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Fragmented Soul	By : StrawberryGirl87 & Bickymonster Category: Harry Potter > Slash - Male/Male > Harry/Fenrir Views: 79703 -:- Recommendations : 3 -:- Currently Reading : 10
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Fragmented Soul
Chapter 62 - Valentines
“Happy Valentine's Day, Marshmallow,” Micha said sleepily, rolling over and snuggling into his mate, the teddy bear, Cuddles, nestled between them. Damon groaned, placing a soft kiss to his submissive’s lips, hoping that he would take the hint and go back to sleep.
Micha, however, had a devious plan in mind, seeing as it was a rather special day, and that required both him and his mate to be up in more ways than one; though Micha had more tact than to try to initiate it before the pups had gone back to school. Clay had so far been very accepting of their relationship but they didn’t want to push the teenager too far too soon. Having sex in the middle of the clearing would likely not help with the teenager’s acceptance of them, Micha was sure.
“Shush, trouble, go back to sleep,” Damon said, cuddling Micha closer to him without opening his eyes. He was warm, comfortable and he had his mate in his arms but it was just too early to be awake no matter what day it was or what his mate had planned for them.
“But Damon, it’s Valentine's Day,” Micha said, as though his mate had overlooked a major advantage of being awake right now while everyone else was asleep.
“Mhmmm, well I request that your gift to me,” Damon said sleepily, “as your wonderful mate, is to let me sleep for at least another hour. Preferably an hour without your hand down my trousers,” he added, opening one eye to peer at his mate, who was grinning at him while he moved his hand into the dominant's clothing.
“Don’t you want my hand there, marshmallow? Because instead of sleeping I could give you a blow job,” Micha said as his hand stroked at the dominant's steadily growing erection. Damon had to bite his tongue to hold back a groan at the sensation, not wanting to encourage his mischievous mate.
“Merlin! Please no, I can’t cope if you two start, it’s bad enough when Harry and Fenrir do it,” they heard Clay grumble from his own bed a metre or so away. His voice was kind of muffled as if he had buried himself beneath his hides and blankets to stop himself from hearing his father and Micha as they made out with each other.
“I thought you wanted brothers and sisters, Clay,” Micha said with a smirk on his lips, happy to be able to get his own back for the 'mummy' comments the day before. “You do know how babies are made right?” the submissive teased, while keeping his hand firmly in place, exactly where Damon didn't want it to be if he was ever going to get back to sleep, something that seemed distinctly less likely now that Clayton was awake.
“Yeah and it’s not by giving blow jobs; that isn’t the hole it needs to go in to make babies,” Clay snapped irritably. He didn’t care how early it was, he wanted to go back to sleep and he didn’t want to listen to Micha pleasure his father in that way, it was just too disturbing to put into words.
“Do you HAVE to be so crude, Clayton?” Romy asked with a tired sigh, realising there would be no going back to sleep now that she was awake. Once she was awake that was it, she may as well just get up and start the day. Callie would need as much help as she could get today anyway.
“Does Micha have to give my dad a blow job while I'm right here?” Clayton returned, though he didn’t sound so snippy when he spoke to Romy. It was enough to make Micha giggle a little as he heard how Clay’s tone softened when he spoke to her.
Just as Clay asked this question the Alpha male let out a low, throaty moan, clearly having been attempting to hold it back and not make a sound. It then became rather apparent that there was a reason why Harry had not joined in the banter as he normally would have done; he had always been taught not to talk with his mouth full, after all.
“We haven’t even had breakfast yet,” Romy complained with a groan of her own, as she realised what was going on between the Alpha pair. Normally she didn’t mind the rather crude banter that passed between them all but it was so early and they all needed more rest, though it didn’t seem like it was going to happen.
“Harry has,” Micha said cheekily, feeling rather pleased with himself for his little joke. Damon grunted out his amusement, nuzzling into his mate, realising that he was not going to be getting back to sleep any time soon, not with the Alpha pair doing whatever it was they were doing and Micha's hand in his trousers.
“And it was yummy” Harry said as he re-emerged from beneath the hides he shared with the Alpha male. If anyone had been looking over then they would have been rather disturbed to see him licking his lips as he snuggled into Fenrir’s side, the Alpha moving his arm to accept him there and hold him tightly against him.
“That is so wrong,” Clay said, scrunching up his nose in disgust as he sat up in his bed, stretching out a yawn.
Jenson was already sitting upright and not in his bed, Callie’s head was in his lap, stroking her hair lovingly as he watched over the rest of the pack, though a little disapproving of their morning banter. After the previous day though, he was keeping rather tight lipped, knowing that he really couldn't be in another fight, especially not with Damon.
The two dominants had apologised to one another late the previous evening; they had both said things that they shouldn't have and Jenson knew that, as the Beta, he should have been able to keep the few pack members in his charge safe. The two of them were back on civil terms and were no longer sniping at each other, much to the happiness of the rest of the pack.
“My turn?” Micha asked, continuing his less than subtle pumping of his mate’s hard cock. Micha was filled with a confidence that he had never known before, he just wanted to feel connected to his mate; after the traumatic events of the full moon it was all he could think about. So much had happened and part of him wanted to forget but he knew that it had made him stronger.
“I don’t think so, trouble. Clayton is traumatised enough,” Damon said as he reached down and halted the movements of his submissive's hand, though it took a great strength for him to do so given how good it felt. Damon didn't want there to be many situations where he was telling Micha not to pleasure him in that way. “Later,” he promised, placing a chaste kiss on his mate’s lips.
“Ugh… seriously, Dad. Did you have to?” Clay asked, grabbing the first thing that came to hand, which happened to be one of his shoes, and using it as a projectile as he threw it in the general direction of his Dad. It missed by an inch or two and landed harmlessly just off to the left of Damon and Micha.
“I’ll start breakfast, shall I,” Callie said with amusement, climbing from the pile of hides that made up her and Jenson’s bed, though her mate did not look too pleased with her doing this. “Do you still want some Harry or are you full?” she asked innocently, casting an amused glance over at the Alpha pair, who were ignoring the rest of them in favour of sharing a rather intimate kiss.
“I’ll help you, mum,” Romy said, scrambling up to help her mother rather quickly. She and her parents had decided to keep what they had discovered the previous evening quiet for the moment; at least until they could confirm it all properly with the help of a healer, which would of course mean a trip to St Mungo’s. This was something that wouldn’t be easy considering the stigma around their kind; they'd be lucky if they weren't just turned away and not seen at all.
“Oh, I think I’ll fit some more in,” Harry said eyeing Fenrir appreciatively. The Alpha only gave a rough grunt, drawing his little mate closer to him; he did not exactly approve of this conversation and was more than willing to go back to simply kissing his little mate, tasting himself on the submissive's tongue.
“Can we please ban all sexual behaviour from the clearing, please!” Clay asked pleadingly. This was the last thing he wanted to be talking about before he had even had breakfast. Thinking about his Dad and Micha, not to mention Harry and Fenrir, was going to put him off his breakfast the rate they were going.
“You’re only complaining because you don’t have anyone to do anything sexual with, other than yourself,” Harry teased, his nimble fingers playing with the blond curls on the Alpha’s chest, working their way up to his mate's nipple, pinching it between thumb and forefinger, knowing exactly what reaction this would initiate from his mate.
“Little one,” Fenrir growled warningly, which only made Harry smile wider as he got the reaction that he wanted. He did so love teasing his dominant mate in this way.
“I hate to spoil everyone’s moods, but we should probably get up and dressed into our school robes,” Romy said with a tone of sadness in her voice. None of them wanted to leave again so soon, but they had already missed a whole day of school and it was likely that the headmaster was already going to be looking for an explanation. He wasn't going to be happy that three students had left the school and just not bothered coming home, especially considering one of those students was Harry.
“I don’t want to go back,” Clay said in a huff. He was home and he was happy because he was with his family; going back to Hogwarts was the last thing he wanted to do. He had been trying not to think about it but he knew that it was inevitable. He had a few things planned for today at Hogwarts with it being Valentine's day and all but he would have missed all of it just to stay in the territory for a while longer, even with his Dad and Micha making out constantly.
“Harry’s going, therefore you’re going,” Jenson said, before the Alpha had a chance to point this out. He had wanted to add Romy too but he knew that Clay wasn't there to protect her, though he seemed to be doing a wonderful job of it regardless. Jenson wasn't ever going to forget that the dominant pup had killed a man in the name of protecting his daughter.
“Yeah, yeah, I know, he’s the body that I guard,” Clayton said with a tired sigh, rolling his eyes. He really didn’t need them all reminding him constantly, it wasn't like he would ever allow Harry to go back to that school without him, not now he knew what he did about the unbreakable vow. Besides they had plans to make; it wouldn’t be easy to break into the ministry of magic after all.
After the disastrous full moon, Clayton had made the conscious decision not to talk to his dad about the vow. There was too much going on and everyone was clearly under a lot of strain, this was just one more thing that they didn't need. No one could change anything so there was no point in worrying them, at least not yet. Fenrir deserved to know, they all did, but now was not the time to be telling them.
“No need to sound so upset about that, Clay,” Harry said with a pout. “I am sure we can find some way to make school less boring. Maybe Granger will even have a Valentine's Day card for you or something,” he added with a smirk; he didn’t miss the way that Romy scowled at the mention of the other girl’s name. Harry didn't really want to go back to school either but knew that he didn't have a choice; it might literally kill him if he didn't.
“Not exactly motivating me to want to go back, Harry,” Clayton pointed out, as he forced himself out of bed. The thought that Granger might have actually sent him a Valentine's Day card made him feel a little sick; there was only one person he wanted to receive a card from today. The three of them really were going to have to get moving if they wanted to get back to Hogwarts in time for their first lesson though; there was no way that they would arrive back in time for breakfast as it was.
“You’ll be having breakfast first,” Callie said firmly as she began the process of making porridge with the help of both Romy and Jenson. “I don’t care what that old headmaster says, you’ll be eating before you go anywhere and if that makes you late then so be it, at least you’ll be fed.”
“Thanks, Mum,” Romy said, putting down what she had been doing and throwing her arms around Callie, just cuddling her. Callie wrapped her arms around her daughter and kissed the top of her head, knowing that the fourteen year old was just worried for her. The way Jenson looked at her, she knew that he was too, but it wasn't like either of them could change things now. They would get through this together, as a family.
FGHP
While Callie had cooked the breakfast with a little help from Jenson and Lukas, the three pups had disappeared off to the stream together to wash, and change into their school robes, wanting to be ready when the time came for them to go back. Damon had gone with them, as per Fenrir’s instruction; no one was to go wandering off alone, it was far too dangerous for that even knowing that the three pups were more than capable of taking care of themselves.
“Oh, for goodness sake, just come here!” Romy said with exasperation, as she stepped towards her cousin and snatched his tie from him. “You really are beyond hopeless!” Her words were affectionate rather than harsh though and Clay just gave her a small, apologetic smile, not really knowing what to say to her other than to simply agree.
Harry just grinned at the two of them as he adjusted his own tie, the dark green making his eyes an even brighter shade of emerald. He ran his hand through his hair with a frown, some twigs, leaves and other debris falling out as he did so. Normally he didn't mind looking a little dishevelled, it was a sign that his Alpha and mate had satisfied him, however that meant very little at school. In fact it lent more towards bad hygiene than anything else while he was away from the territory.
Romy as always felt a little ridiculous in her pleated skirt but the two boys were so used to it now that neither of them commented; Clay didn't even give her a lingering stare, knowing how uncomfortable it made her. She had just finished adjusting her blue Ravenclaw tie into a perfectly neat half Windsor knot when she had gone forward to help Clayton.
“What would I do without you?” Clay asked with a charming smile as he reached up and tucked a stray hair behind her ear. He would never get enough of looking at her, she was just so perfect from her dark blue eyes down to her messy curls, there was no doubt that he was absolutely head over heels in love with this girl.
“Strangle yourself with your own tie no doubt,” Harry said with a grin as he pulled on his grey jumper, brushing himself off. This was as good as it was going to get today, he would have a proper shower in the Slytherin dormitory that evening before bed. Until then he was more than happy to have the lingering scent of his mate on him, reminding him who he belonged to.
“Learning to correctly tie his clothing has never been his strong suit,” Damon commented with a fond smile in his son’s direction. “You should have seen the nightmare of a time I had trying to teach him to tie his shoes.”
“I shan’t hold out much hope for him getting this right then,” Romy said slightly disparagingly as Clay gave her an awkwardly embarrassed half smile, his cheeks going a little red in embarrassment at his dad's words. It was something that he hadn't really wanted Romy to know about him.
“How about if I promise that on the morning of our wedding I’ll tie my own tie,” Clay said, trying to recover from his father’s attempt to humiliate him.
“I’m going to go and see Fen,” Harry said rather abruptly as Romy opened her mouth to respond. Harry wasn’t sure why but he had the overwhelming urge to just be with his mate, to be held in his arms and just be close to him. He couldn’t explain it but he wanted it and he was determined to get it before they went back to school.
Damon, however, looked torn, he knew he shouldn’t even allow Harry to walk back to the clearing on his own but equally he didn’t want to leave Clayton and Romy on their own here. “Harry, wait, we’ll come with you,” Damon called but Harry wasn’t in the mood to wait. “Romy, Clay, with me, now.”
“Nah, I think we are good here… all alone… in the woods…” Clay said, giving Romy a wink. She shook her head, rolling her eyes and gave her cousin a rather exasperated look, which told him exactly what she thought about what he had just suggested.
“And how are you going to explain to Fenrir why Damon had to choose between leaving us alone here and letting Harry walk back alone?” Romy challenged, raising an eyebrow at him, before turning and heading off back towards the clearing after Harry.
“Fine,” Clay said, with an exaggerated sigh and pout as he turned and followed after his pack brother and sister. He was more than happy to bring up the rear and protect their backs as they headed back; however, Damon lingered, keeping one eye on Harry while waiting for Clay to catch up with them.
“I will never get used to seeing you actually doing what someone tells you to do,” Damon said with a highly amused smile, which made Clay glare at him. Damon put an arm around his son’s shoulder, laughing a little, the two of them walking together back towards the clearing.
“Yeah, well, she’s…” Clay said, not sure how to explain it to his father. There were just no words to express how perfect Romy was in his eyes, though he thought that his father might understand considering the looks of adoration he was often seen giving Micha. Now that their secret was out and Clay thought he could relate to how his dad felt about Micha.
“Special, don’t worry, I understand,” Damon said kindly, a full blown sappy smile on his face. He had seen the way that Clay looked at Romy, and was sure that it was the same dopey expression he wore when he was looking at Micha.
“Harry!” Romy called out, as Clay and Damon caught up with her. “Apparently he wasn’t keen on waiting,” she grumbled, as the three of them continued to head back towards the clearing, Harry a little way ahead of them, clearly keen to return to his mate.
“I am sure he can manage the last hundred yards without us holding his hand,” Clay said, rolling his eyes at Romy’s fretting. “Besides we all know he is just going to go throwing himself into Fenrir’s arms, and I, personally, have seen enough of that to last a lifetime already.”
“He’s your best friend,” Romy chastised, “you could try being supportive.”
“Sure, I can be supportive,” Clay said. “I just think I will be supportive with my eyes closed, my fingers in my ears, while I am facing the other way and humming very loudly to myself so I don't hear anything. I really don’t need those mental images. That goes for you and Micha too, Dad.”
“Don’t worry, kiddo,” Damon said with a laugh, just glad that his son was agreeing to be supportive, even if it was only implied in a rather backwards way. “We’ll keep the public displays of affection relatively under control.”
“Aww, but you’re so cute together,” Romy said half teasingly, though she did know where Clay was coming from, she didn’t really fancy watching her parents make out either. The occasional kisses were okay, as it was nice to know that they really did love each other, but anything more… she was glad they kept that private.
“Yeah, absolutely freakin’ adorable,” Clay said grumpily, crossing his arms over his chest and rolling his eyes. “And look, I was right,” Clay said motioning over to where Harry had literally thrown himself into Fenrir’s arms. The Alpha male sweeping the submissive off his feet and into a fierce kiss.
“Hi,” Micha said with a grin on his face, as he came over and quickly pressed himself against Damon’s side the moment they were back in the clearing, almost as if he had been waiting for them to get back, which he probably had. The older submissive male was still a little shaky about being left on his own without his mate since the disaster of the full moon; though he hadn't said anything, Damon just knew.
“Hi, trouble,” Damon said with a chuckle, pressing a chaste kiss to his mate’s lips, loving that they didn’t have to hide their relationship any more. Micha was one of the most important things in his life along with Clayton, Harry and every other member of their rather odd little pack. He loved them all and even with their occasional fights and their many disagreements, he wouldn't have changed any of them for the world.
“Yep, I'm just going to talk to Jenson,” Clay said, “because maybe if I get him to hit me around the head enough I might lose consciousness.”
“Let me help,” Romy said with a laugh, lightly clipping her pack brother over the head before jogging across the clearing to go join her parents, Clay following behind her, rubbing the back of his head; though Damon couldn't help but notice that he was smiling as he did this.
Harry glanced over as his pack siblings returned to the clearing, watching as Romy clipped Clayton round the ear, smiling at them. He really was glad that the truth was out about Micha and Damon; not only did Clay deserve the truth, but Micha and Damon both deserved the chance to have a real relationship with each other, without having to hide it all the time. He knew that he would never have been able to hide what he had with the Alpha, not when his feelings towards the Alpha male were so strong.
The pack were slowly gravitating to the centre of the clearing, where they all gathered around the fire, breakfast was ready; all apart from the Alpha pair, that is, who seemed to have other plans that didn’t involve eating. Jenson and Lukas were already sat eating their porridge, pointedly not looking at either Harry or Fenrir as the Alpha pair kissed and fondled one another a few feet away.
Lukas also had his mind on other things this morning; he had arranged to take Nell for a champagne lunch at a castle today and he was more than a little nervous about the prospect of taking her on such an extravagant date, worried that she would hate it. He had toyed with the idea of proposing to her today, but he knew that that was a little premature when the relationship was so new. He just couldn’t help himself sometimes, he was just so in love with her.
He thought that it was perhaps a good idea to meet her parents first, at least. He also wanted to have her come to the pack and meet them all, though he wasn't quite sure how they would manage this with Nell being a muggle. Lukas hadn't spoken to either of his parents in many years and the rag tag group of werewolves were his family now; they were who he wanted Nell to meet. Though that would mean that he would have to tell them about her first.
Callie and Tessie were both busy dishing up bowls of food and handing them out, as Romy, Clay, Damon and Micha all came to sit with the rest of the group, all of them hungry and accepting the food with gratitude. Micha curled himself up on Damon’s lap, finding a comfortable position that wasn’t awkward for either of them as they ate their breakfast, the submissive just simply enjoying being close to his mate, needing the warmth and the contact.
“Little one,” Fenrir said, nibbling at Harry’s jaw, trying to get his mate’s attention back on him. Clay had come to sit beside them to eat his breakfast, talking to his best friend in an attempt to minimise the public displays of affection that were going on all around him. The Alpha, however, didn’t seem to be on board with this plan; he wasn't exactly happy that Harry’s attentions were anywhere other than on him.
“That’s nice,” Harry said, tilting his head to give the Alpha more access to his neck; he could feel how much Fenrir wanted his attention from the bulge pressing against his arse where he sat on his mate's lap. Clay groaned in horror as Harry wriggled his hips, grinding against Fenrir’s erection, the Alpha letting out a low, territorial growl. “Perhaps we should take this somewhere more private,” Harry suggested with a salacious grin. “I could lose some of these clothes.”
“No,” Fenrir grunted between pressing kisses to his mate’s neck and jaw, turning and holding Harry so that his little mate’s chest was pressed firmly against his, Harry's leg's wrapped around the older man's waist. They had both been given bowls of porridge but these were quickly disposed of now, neither of them interested in eating when they had each other and were this turned on. “Keep the clothes,” Fenrir clarified when Harry looked up at him curiously, not used to his mate turning down time alone.
“I so don’t need to hear this,” Clay said, being completely ignored by both his best friend and his Alpha. Getting to his feet he wandered over to where Lukas and Romy were sat eating, Tessie beside them too, sharing a conversation about what they were learning at school. Even this was preferable to what Harry and Fenrir were doing.
Harry broke into an even wider grin at his mates words as he realised what they meant. “Well, well, Wolfie,” he said with a laugh. “You like the uniform?” he asked, getting enough of an answer from the way his dominant mate shifted his hips slight against him, growling possessively as arms encircled his waist, drawing him closer to the vast muscled chest.
“I have something for you,” Fenrir said quietly, his lips close to Harry’s ear, moving his arms up, caressing Harry’s back until his fingers threaded through his little mate’s hair, tugging at it lightly, knowing that Harry liked it.
“I can feel what you have for me,” Harry said, putting his hands either side of his mate’s face, pulling Fenrir back enough to be able to look him in the eye as he shifted his own hips so that the Alpha could feel how hard he was, how in need of release.
“No,” Fenrir’s growled, his erection now almost painfully tight in his jeans thanks to his little submissive's teasing. “A gift,” he clarified, enjoying the look of surprise that played over Harry’s face. Micha had mentioned that he had given something to Fenrir to give to him but at the time he hadn't thought anything of it; however, now he was more than a little curious as to what it might be.
“You got me a present?” Harry asked in amazement, wondering what on earth Fenrir would be willing to give to him that had come from Micha. The fact that it was Valentine's Day too... well, it had temporarily blown him away that Fenrir would even know about it, let alone acknowledge it. It wasn’t exactly a very Fenrir thing to do and Harry wasn’t quite sure what to make of it; he had a strong suspicion that either one of the other pack members, probably Damon or Micha, had said something to the Alpha or else it was simply coincidental timing with him being there.
“No,” Fenrir said rather bluntly causing Harry to look up at the older man with confusion, completely lost. Most of the time Harry was rather good at deciphering what his mate meant but on this occasion he was more than a little bemused.
“Okay, now I’m confused,” he admitted, his brow furrowed slightly. Perhaps this wasn't the gift that Micha had hinted at, maybe this was something else entirely but Harry couldn't for the life of him think what it might be.
“Micha said you might like it,” Fenrir said truthfully. He still didn’t really understand why the other submissive had given it to him to give to Harry, but he trusted that Micha would be right about whether Harry would like it or not. He had seen how Damon was always doing stuff for Micha and sometimes wondered if Harry wished he did such things; though he felt more comfortable showing Harry how much he cared in other ways.
“Okay, so what is it?” Harry asked, more than a little curious. He had known that someone else would have had a hand in this mysterious non-gift that the Alpha had for him, but he was grateful for it regardless; it wasn’t often that Fenrir showed his affection by giving him presents, he just wasn’t that kind of man. Most of the time Harry didn't mind this but it was nice sometimes.
Fenrir picked his little mate up and stood him on his own two feet, which made Harry pout at him cutely, not liking the fact that he had been put down. The Alpha pressed a quick kiss to his mate’s lips before heading over to where he had stashed the pinkish red heart shaped lolly out of sight.
He had moved it so that it was with some of the pack’s supplies that were kept in the clearing for convenience; he had known that he wanted to give it to Harry before he return to Hogwarts, so had made sure to remove it from the cave, where it had been stored since Damon and Micha had returned from their trip to the funfair.
Returning to where Harry was standing waiting, Fenrir rather awkwardly held it out for the teenager to take, not sure what to say or if his mate would even want it. He felt ridiculous standing before the submissive with the heart shaped sweet in his hand; he was really starting to loathe this whole gift giving thing, it really wasn't going to be something that he did often. He was also regretting doing this in front of the others, who were all pointedly not looking at the Alpha pair, knowing that they needed privacy for this.
Micha was the only one who allowed his curiosity to overwhelm him after a second or two of utter silence and dared to peek over at them from the confines of his mate's arms, a large grin on his face as he watched the exchange. He was more than happy that he had decided to give the lolly to Fenrir so that he could give it to Harry. Of course Micha had never expected for Fenrir to give it to Harry today, that was just a perfect coincidence that no one could have planned. The Alpha probably had no idea the significance of giving Harry such a gift today or what today even was.
“Oh, wow,” Harry said with a huge smile on his face, as he accepted the lolly, staring at it in surprise, before looking up at his mate, practically glowing with happiness. “You’re giving me a heart shaped lolly?” he asked, hardly able to believe that his mate and Alpha, Fenrir Greyback, the epitome of a dominant male and grumpy boots, was giving him a heart shaped lolly on Valentine’s Day; it was almost too good to be true.
“Micha said you would like it,” Fenrir stated a little defensively, feeling as though his mate was making fun of him. He already felt completely ridiculous and didn’t like this one bit. He was going to give up giving anything to Harry if he was mocked for his attempts to be nice, he honestly didn’t understand what the big deal was.
Gifts were just insignificant things; he protected Harry, provided for him in every way that he could, he did everything a good mate and Alpha should do, the rest was just… more complicated than he really wanted to deal with. He did it because it made Harry happy and for no other reason. Gift giving and dating was pointless and served no purpose when he was providing for his mate and pack on a more primal level.
“Fen, it’s Valentine’s Day…” Harry said, smiling up at his mate, sure that his mate had no idea of how much of a romantic he seemed to be right at that moment. If someone had told him that this was going to happen Harry would have laughed, not believing it for a moment. Fenrir it seemed was the epitome of confusing; just when Harry thought he had the man all figured out he would go and do something like this, surprising the both of them.
“It’s what?” Fenrir asked, frowning in confusion, no idea what his mate meant. Of course he had heard Micha and Damon babbling about it in the last couple days and he knew that they had plans for it but he wasn’t entirely sure what the big deal was. It was just another day, it seemed perfectly normal to him. Just like Christmas and Birthdays, it was another thing that Fenrir didn't understand what the fuss was about.
“Never mind,” Harry said, shaking his head as he gave a happy laugh; he wasn’t at all surprised that his mate had no idea what day it was and it didn’t matter to him that much, he was just touched that his mate had given him a gift. “Thank you, Wolfie, I love it,” he said, going up on his tiptoes to press a kiss to his mate’s lips, their chests pressed together, the lolly held firmly in his hand at his side.
“You like it,” Fenrir stated, as Harry pulled back from their kiss with a goofy grin on his face. He really didn’t understand why this stupid gift had made Harry so happy, but there was no doubting that his mate seemed to be in a particularly good mood.
“I do,” Harry said with a nod. “I think I can probably find some way to show you my appreciation,” he added with a smirk as he pressed himself against Fenrir’s front and he could feel his mate’s erection, still bulging against the front of the denim confines.
Fenrir reached down and put his hands under Harry’s arse, picking him up, his little mate wrapping his legs around the Alpha’s waist. “Leave this here, little one,” Fenrir said, gently taking the lolly from Harry’s hand and gently dropping it onto their nearby bedding.
“Good plan, I'll want to be able to use both hands,” Harry said, sneaking his fingers under the edges of his mate’s jacket, running his hands over the muscular chest, ‘accidentally’ brushing over the Alpha’s nipples as he did so. Fenrir moaned, nipping as Harry’s jaw in warning as he began to walk off towards the tree line, with the submissive in his arms.
“Alpha, we really don’t have time!” Jenson shouted after the retreating Alpha pair; however, either they didn’t hear him or chose to completely ignore him. Jenson was sure that it was the latter but either way the two of them were gone and, by the way they were with one another, he thought it would be a little while before they got back.
“You think we can make this quick, Wolfie,” Harry asked teasingly, “before our Beta wolf decides to come and find us. I want to feel you inside me before I have to go back to school,” he added, nuzzling into the Alpha’s neck as they headed off into the woodland. “I want to feel you tonight when I’m sitting in the Great Hall having dinner, I still want to feel you tomorrow morning when I go to class.” Harry kept his voice soft as he whispered this to his mate.
The tone Harry was using made Fenrir want to throw his submissive down on the floor right there and have his way with him. “You’ll feel me,” the Alpha promised his mate, meaning every word. Harry’s suggestion appealed to him as much as it did to his submissive; he would make sure that Harry could feel him all the time if it was possible.
It hadn't escaped Fenrir's notice that Harry had referred to Jenson as ‘our Beta’, though he chose not to comment on it; but hearing those words from his mate's lips gave him a surge of pride. It meant that Harry was fully accepting his position as his mate. Of course Harry had been his mate for a while now, but accepting the role and all that entailed was always going to take time; now though, it seemed that the fifteen year old was starting to come to terms with it and was accepting his position as mate to the Alpha.
Harry let himself be carried, trusting Fenrir to find them some privacy, or at least enough for what he had in mind. Sure enough, he was placed back on his own two feet a few minutes later. “What…?” he started to ask, but Fenrir kissed him silent and turned him around, placing the submissives hands on a nearby tree.
“Stay,” Fenrir growled, nipping at the nape of his mate’s neck in warning, his own hands easily completely covering Harry’s much smaller ones, holding them in place against the rough bark.
“You’re leaving?” Harry asked, looking over his shoulder, confused; this was not at all what he had had in mind and it was completely out of character for his dominant mate to let him be alone in the woods, let alone demanding it of him.
“No, shush, little one,” Fenrir said reaching around to Harry’s front and popping the button on the submissives trousers. “I’m not going anywhere,” he promised, slowly pulling down the zip.
“Fen,” Harry moaned as his mate pulled the submissive's trousers open enough that he could reach inside and cup Harry’s cock in his hand. Harry went to move to help remove his own trousers, but Fenrir easily caught his hand by the wrist and put it back on the tree, pressing down a little and making his point. “Oooooh,” Harry said with a chuckle, catching on to what his mate had meant by stay. “Yeah, I can pretend to be good,” he added with a smirk over his shoulder.
“Can you?” Fenrir asked sceptically. Harry was starting to behave a lot better, the fight the previous day with Damon and Jenson had been proof enough of that, but he still wasn't convinced that Harry wouldn't slip back into his old ways if he became lax on punishments for insubordinate behaviour.
Harry shrugged. “I can try. Particularly if you keep doing that,” he said, pushing his rapidly hardening erection forward into the Alpha’s large hand, which had moved back to his groin, and was working on shifting the submissive's trousers and underwear down over his hips.
“Maybe those girls had the right idea with skirts after all,” Harry said, wiggling his hips, thinking that it really was taking far too long for the Alpha to remove his trousers.
“You could wear a skirt,” Fenrir said, not caring what Harry wore; a skirt would give him easy access to Harry’s more private areas whenever he desired it. Before Harry could comment on that, however, Fenrir managed to get his mate’s clothing to fall down his legs to the ground, partly thanks to Harry wiggling his hips; though he noted that his mate had pointedly kept his hands where he had been told.
Fenrir’s hand, which was teasing at Harry’s erection and balls, pressed to the inside of the submissives thigh, and Harry gave the Alpha a salacious grin over his shoulder as he spread his legs as much as the trousers and underwear around his ankles would allow.
“See, I can do as I am toooold,” Harry said, the last word becoming a little high pitched as Fenrir’s hand between his legs squeezed his balls, the fingers reaching back to press against his entrance. “Please, Fen,” he begged, “I want to really feel it, for days. I don’t need lube this time, just you, please; like it was our first time.”
“Yes, you do,” the Alpha insisted, pressing his chest against Harry’s back, pulling up Harry’s robes over his hips, so that the fabric was caught between them. He wasn’t about to let his young mate get injured even if Harry wouldn’t feel the pain of it.
“You won’t hurt me,” Harry reminded him, pushing his body back against Fenrir’s, feeling the large, fabric covered, erection pressing against his arse. He really hadn’t expected the Alpha to like seeing him in uniform quite this much, not that he was complaining one little bit.
“No, little one,” Fenrir said more firmly. There was no way that Harry would use his wiles to manipulate him… not again. Fenrir was more than aware of how many times Harry had managed it previously. Sometimes he didn’t mind it and would allow Harry to get away with it, not this time though, not when it could potentially cause his little mate harm.
“Less lube then, less than you would usually,” Harry pleaded.
“Trust me to make you feel it, little one,” Fenrir said, pressing the tip of a finger into his mate. He possibly should have used lube for this bit but he was going to keep his word to make Harry feel it as he wanted, he was going to have Harry feel this for days. For this bit, at least, he would do as Harry asked but there would be lube and plenty of it for the main event.
“I trust you,” Harry said, letting out a gasp as he felt Fenrir’s finger press inside of him. “I trust you,” he said again, this time his voice coming out more breathy as he tipped his head forward, forehead resting upon the rough bark of the tree.
Harry's fingernails gripped the trunk of the tree as Fenrir inserted a second finger, his submissive pushing back against him as he did so, moving him further inside his mate than he had intended. Wrapping his free arm around Harry’s waist, he leaned in close.
“Behave, little one,” he said sternly. “Or I stop,” Fenrir threatened.
“No,” Harry cried out desperately, “no stopping!”
“Then behave,” the Alpha instructed, pulling lube from his pocket; it was clear that Harry was in too much of a hurry, too keen, for them to do this without.
Harry whined in protest when he his mate removed the fingers from inside him and he heard the sound of Fenrir opening the lube. He knew there would be no talking the Alpha out of using it now, and honestly he just wanted to feel his mate inside him.
“Less lube,” Harry reminded. The Alpha grunted in acknowledgement and a moment later a slicked finger was pushing back inside, and after only a couple of thrusts of his hand, Fenrir pushed a second digit in alongside the first.
“More, Fen, more, please,” Harry begged, bracing himself against the trunk of the tree as his mate’s fingers moved inside him, preparing him to take so much more; it felt a little odd to be doing this while half dressed, let alone while wearing his uniform, but it felt arousing and a little rebellious all rolled into one. “Inside me, please,” Harry said, restraining himself from pushing back against his mate, lest the Alpha decide to stop.
“Soon, little one,” Fenrir promised, using his free hand to stroke at Harry’s cock, his thumb brushing over the slit, drawing a delightful moan from his mate. He pushed in a third finger, spreading them to make sure Harry would be properly stretched; with the mood the submissive was in he knew that the second he was inside, Harry would try to impale himself fully.
“Now, Fen, please, now, I need you,” Harry moaned, gripping at the rough bark of the tree so fiercely that it grazed the skin on the palms of his hands. He wanted so badly to push himself back, to feel more but he knew that Fenrir was in control and deep down Harry needed to give him that, he understood that about himself now. He needed to allow Fenrir that control over him; at least he did during sex.
“Yes, little one,” Fenrir responded, pushing his fingers deeper and brushing over the sensitive bundle of nerves inside of his little mate. Harry let out a pleasured groan, losing the battle with himself and pushing back a little, craving more, needing it.
Almost at once Fenrir withdrew, not meaning it as a punishment but that was exactly how Harry took it. “No,” he said desperately, “I’m sorry, Fen, please, I’m so sorry. I really trying, I need you.”
“Calm,” Fenrir said as he unbuttoned his trousers pushing them down just far enough to free his erection and balls, this was not going to take long and he refused to waste precious time taking off all his clothes. Harry was still in his school robes, so right now it just didn’t seem to matter to either of them.
“Take me; please, Fen,” Harry said, his voice coming out a little hoarse and extremely needy. His cock was throbbing at this point and he knew that the moment Fenrir pushed inside of him then it was more than likely he was going to come.
Fenrir didn’t bother wasting any more time with words, squeezing a little more lube on to his hand, ignoring Harry’s repeated pleas not to use it. As it was, he used a lot less than he would have liked, knowing that Harry was going to get exactly what he wanted and would be feeling this for days.
He put his hand on the top of Harry’s back, gently bending his mate forward a little further so that the submissive's arse pressing against his slicked cock. Lining himself up with one hand and holding onto Harry’s hip with the other, he pressed forward. Harry’s head tipped back as he let out a pleased wanton moan, the head of the Alpha's erection stretching him open.
As he had known would happen, Harry pushed back onto him a little, though less than he had expected. It was clear how much his little mate was trying to do as instructed, to hand over full control; Fenrir was proud, rewarding Harry by pushing forward, thrusting himself halfway inside.
“Merlin, yes!” Harry practically screamed, his legs and arms trembling with the effort it was taking to hold himself steady, but even that felt so good. Fenrir’s hands gripped his hips, the fingers reaching round the front of his legs; the Alpha had complete control and both of them delighted in it.
Fenrir pulled out almost all the way before thrusting back in again causing Harry to almost scream in pleasure. It was moments like this that Fenrir knew it had been worth every second of the fourteen years he had waited for his beautiful submissive.
“My good little mate,” Fenrir whispered to Harry as he thrust inside of him, he was trying hard to keep himself under control, to not be as brutal as he would normally have been as he pushed inside, his climax building fast and strong; however, it was all getting too much, it wasn’t going to take much longer before they both came.
“Yes!” Harry hissed, his balls already pulling up to his body, his erection twitching happily under the praise from his mate. “I’m yours Fen, all yours,” he muttered as the Alpha thrust into him almost brutally. “Take me, fuck, please… harder, Fen, claim me!”
The Alpha reached forward, his large hand on Harry’s shoulder as he used his thumb to moved aside the stiff shirt collar and brush over their mating mark; a shudder ran through his little mate and Harry gasped out at he came. The orgasm hit him so hard and suddenly, his cock barely touched, that it took him by surprise, the force of the orgasm slamming into him. His arse clamped down hard on Fenrir’s cock inside him, as his body trembled, his skin tingling happily.
The Alpha thrust into him a few more times, but the pressure, the warmth and the wonderful sight and feel of his mate coming brought him over the edge just a few seconds later. He returned his grip to Harry’s hips, holding himself deep inside as he emptied himself into his submissive, his knot already swelling.
He could see Harry’s arms trembling, and so picked his little mate up into his arms while still knotted inside him. It was a little awkward but he manoeuvred them around to that he could sit down against the tree trunk, Harry in his lap, leaning back against his chest, finding a position that was comfortable for the both of them to enjoy this moment.
The Alpha could feel Harry’s heart racing in his submissive's chest as the younger of the two fought to regain control of his breathing. Fenrir wrapped his arms around his mate, holding him tight, nuzzling into his neck. It was a little difficult with the stiff white collar of Harry’s school shirt but he managed to push it down a little and begin to suck and nibble at his mate’s neck, determined to mark him.
“Mhmm, feels nice,” Harry muttered, his body completely relaxed in the Alpha’s arms. Harry only moaned as he felt his mate’s teeth graze over sensitive flesh, his cock twitching with arousal as Fenrir sank his teeth into the younger man, who groaned, reaching for his hardening cock and stroking it. It was so sensitive but that would only make his second orgasm come faster.
“Wolfie,” Harry moaned, “I already have your mating… ah… mark.” He couldn’t believe how good it felt to have his mate’s knot inside him and teeth on his neck; he was so close to coming again already, though it seemed like Fenrir was not going to do anything to help him reach that other than bite at his neck and hold him.
However, in reaction to Harry’s words, Fenrir seemed to growl possessively at where he was biting, not willing to let go until he had well and truly marked his little mate. Separating was getting harder to do and this made it slightly easier, at least it did for Fenrir.
Harry continued to stroke himself, his pace increasing as he felt the Alpha’s tongue scrap over the slightly bleeding teeth marks. It didn’t hurt, of course, the sensation of it only a pleasurable one as Harry threw his head back against his mate's shoulder and let it all wash over him.
Finally the older male brought a large hand to his mate's cock and took over the pumping motion that Harry had been doing, so close to coming, Harry allowed this. Fenrir released his teeth from the submissive's neck, though continuing to nibble, suck and kiss until Harry came with a hoarse cry.
FGHP
“That is one hell of a hicky,” Micha said with amusement as Harry was carried back into the clearing in Fenrir’s arms. At these words the younger submissive blushed scarlet, attempting to bury himself into his mate’s vast chest as the others began to look too. Clay sniggering a little, finding it highly amusing.
“Oh good luck hiding that from Dumbledore,” Romy said with exasperation, shaking her head; it seemed that Harry really couldn’t help himself where the Alpha was concerned. “Don’t come crying to me when this bites you in the arse, Harry,” she said, going to sit back next to her mother.
“It was his neck not his arse, Romy,” Micha pointed out, with a huge grin on his face, very pleased with himself for his little joke. Damon just smiled, shaking his head as he brought Micha into his side, kissing him on the top of his head lovingly.
“Oh you know what I mean!” Romy said with a tired exasperated sigh, giving harsh stares to Micha and the smirking Clayton, who she knew would enjoy teasing Harry for this later when they were back at school; though, come to think about it, Draco and Theo would no doubt be joining in too. Harry was going to have a rough time from his friends about it and she really had no sympathy for him.
“Are we going back to school now?” Clay asked; while he of course wanted to spend more time with his family, he was also rather impatient to head back, something that hadn’t gone unnoticed. He was usually the last person to want to go back to school and yet this morning he seemed uncharacteristically enthusiastic to go.
“You seem awfully keen,” Harry observed, eyeing Clayton with suspicion. He really didn’t want to go because going would mean having to deal with the reality of Dumbledore, war and horcruxes. He was also sure that Clayton would have told Damon about the unbreakable vow by now, and he was actually surprised that Damon had not come to talk to him about it but he suspected that when they left Fenrir was going to be told; something he wished he could have postponed indefinitely.
“Too many happy, kissing couples and the girl of my dreams won’t give me the time of day,” Clay said, not wanting to give away the true reason that he was so keen to get back to school. He had been planning things for today for a long while, he wanted to go back to school and enjoy them. His plans had meant that most of what he had arranged would carry on without him present to minimise the risk of being caught but he still wanted to enjoy them.
“Enough, both of you,” Jenson said sternly before Romy could respond, the last thing they all needed was for the pups of start bickering. “We need to take you guys back to the castle,” he said. He didn’t want them to go but the sooner the pups were no longer in the clearing, the sooner Callie could rest and it looked as if she really needed it.
“I will take them,” Fenrir stated very simply. His voice had that no nonsense tone to it and the rest of the pack knew that it would take a lot to dissuade Fenrir on this one. Damon, Lukas and Jenson all looked to one another, none of them really knowing what to say.
“Fenrir,” Harry said softly, reaching up to cup his mate’s cheek with his hand, staring into the beautiful golden eyes and seeing determination and affection there. Harry knew by looking there that there would be no talking his mate out of this, it was something that he had to do.
After the attack on them at the full moon Fenrir needed to make sure that they were safe; Harry could understand that and didn’t begrudge his mate the need to make sure that they were okay before leaving them, regardless of the dangers. It would be risky but they could be careful if they had to be.
“My Alpha…” Jenson said uncertainly; he had watched the interaction passing between the Alpha pair and he didn’t know what it meant, and he wouldn't even pretend that he had understood it, but it had not convinced him that this was the best course of action. The school was no place for Fenrir to be sighted, especially not after the attack on them; in his mind it was a very bad idea.
“No, I will take them,” Fenrir said, sterner still, glaring at Jenson for daring to challenge him on his decision. On some things Fenrir could admit that it was right for his Beta to challenge him; however, this was not one of those things.
“Let him, Jenson,” Harry said with a sigh. “Alpha bossy boots is being extra bossy today; aren’t you, wolfie?” he said, smiling at Fenrir affectionately as he played with the collar of his mate’s leather jacket. “There will be no talking him out of it this time.”
Jenson did not look pleased, in fact, neither did Damon; however, both of them could understand where Fenrir was coming from. Both of them would have done anything for just one more minute with their mates, neither would have coped as well as Harry and Fenrir with being separated. The fact that not even the argumentative Harry was pushing this point told them that there was very little point in arguing, Fenrir clearly wasn't going to be persuaded to stay behind this time.
“Just please be careful,” Damon said, looking to his friend, not liking the idea much at all. “Don’t linger too long saying goodbye, just in case you’re seen.”
“Damon!” Fenrir growled in warning. A small part of him appreciated the protectiveness of his friend, but as the Alpha it didn’t sit right with him that Damon was fretting over him so much. They were all far more like a human family than a werewolf pack and in truth, Fenrir wasn’t sure if that was a good thing or not.
“Sorry,” Damon said earnestly as he dragged the unwilling Clayton into a tight hug, Romy going to Callie and Jenson to say goodbye. Harry even wriggled until Fenrir reluctantly put him down so that he could go and say goodbye to Micha and Lukas.
“Make sure that Damon spoils you rotten today,” Harry whispered to his friend, making Micha laugh. The older submissive didn’t tell Harry, but he definitely had big plans for the day; he would tell his fellow submissive about it later if it panned out as he hoped. However, right now was not the time, they didn’t have enough time to go into details and Micha didn’t want Damon to know what he was planning. For now he would keep his mouth shut.
It seemed that it was actually Romy who was most reluctant to leave this time, clinging on to her mother even more than she usually did, only the three of them truly knowing why that was. “Please take care of yourself, Mum,” she pleaded in a whisper, knowing that they didn’t want everyone else finding out about the pregnancy just yet. “Get Dad to do everything for you, he will probably enjoy getting to be all protective anyway.”
“Oh my sweet little girl,” Callie said, cuddling Romy tightly, “don’t you worry about me. Between your Dad and your uncle Damon I don’t think I will be getting into any trouble,” she told her daughter kindly, placing a kiss on the top of her head.
“If you do, those two are going to have me to deal with,” she said sternly, sending her Dad a glare that made him smile. There were simply no words for how much he loved his mate and his daughter and even the so far unnoticeable bump that contained his first biological child.
“I’m not going to let anything happen to your mum, I promise, kiddo,” he said in a whisper as he hugged her too, so that Romy was wedged between the two of them, and then adding, even more quietly, “or your little brother or sister.”
He was truly over the moon that he and Callie would be having a child of their own, he loved Romy, they both did and they thought of her as their own, they always would, but this was different, this was a baby. Romy had been eleven years old when he had brought her to the Greyback pack, he had no experience with babies and it filled him with worry and excitement all rolled into one.
“We’re leaving,” Fenrir said gruffly, pulling Harry back to his side, and heading towards the apparition point. They were already running late, particularly given that the pups were supposed to have been back at the school the day before; however, so far today they had already missed their first morning class, if they weren’t careful they were going to miss their second one too.
Harry and Clayton had Herbology and Romy had Defence Against the Dark Arts. It occurred to Harry that it was likely to cause a bit of a stir with Fenrir escorting them up to the castle, given most of their Herbology class would be heading for Greenhouse five, where their lesson would be taking place, and the students were likely to catch an eyeful of the large Alpha wolf. They were going to have to be very careful to make sure they weren’t figured out as werewolves.
FGHP
“Think that Harry and Clay might show up for this class?” Theo asked Draco as they walked across the school grounds towards the Greenhouses. They had no idea what was going on with their friends but they hadn’t shown up the day before like they had said they would, and hadn’t shown up for History of Magic that morning either, despite Draco’s prediction that they would.
“And how would I know,” Draco said with a shrug. Truthfully he was rather worried about Harry’s absence, thinking that possibly something might have gone wrong during the full moon. He was worried that if something had gone wrong that no one would see fit to tell him. He was sure that Dumbledore wouldn't bother to keep them informed.
“I don’t even know why you care so much,” Daphne said with a huff. All that they ever talked about any more was Prince and she was getting sick of it. She would like just one day where Prince and his cronies were not in any of their conversations.
“I care because they’re our friends,” Draco said rather harshly, “well, perhaps not yours if this is the way you talk about them,” he added, pointedly giving her a rather stern look. As Slytherin’s they were supposed to stick together, not gang up against one another; it just wasn’t the way things were done in their house.
“Okay, you know I don’t really mind them that much, but we all know that those three can take perfectly good care of themselves,” Daphne reminded them. “And they have that big family of theirs looking out for them. Isn’t that them anyway,” she said, pointing across the grounds to where four people were heading in their direction.
“She’s right,” Theo said with a grimace. “And they didn’t come alone. Shit, is that...? They didn’t!”
Realising who it was accompanying their friends and thinking fast, Draco grabbed at Daphne to get her attention. “Grab Granger and Weasley, do whatever you have to but get them to the Greenhouse as fast as you can. We can’t let the Gryffindor's see them!”
“Why do I have to deal with the Gryffindors!?” Daphne asked with annoyance.
“Because you don’t mind Harry, Romy and Clayton that much,” Draco hissed. “Just do this for me,” he said, looking Daphne in the eye. “You want it getting out what they are? You want Astoria to find out that her new best friend is a werewolf?”
“Fine, fine, I’m going,” Daphne said in a huff, heading over to where Ron and Hermione were walking slowly, bickering with each other over something. She turned around, walking backwards she pointed at Draco. “You owe me,” she told him firmly, before heading off to get the Gryffindor's out of the way.
“Good thinking,” Theo said as he and Draco began to head in the direction of the approaching werewolves, only to stop before they had gone more than a few feet when they saw the Headmaster heading towards them too, clearly having just made his way out of the castle. “Uh oh,” Theo said, looking from Dumbledore to Harry and the others.
“Uh oh, indeed,” Draco said, unable to take his eyes off the confrontation that was about to happen. He was just glad that Daphne had managed to get the Gryffindor’s out of the way before they too were witness to it.
FGHP
Dumbledore was in a terrible mood as he stormed his way across the school grounds towards where he could see the werewolves heading up towards the castle. At first he had been worried when Harry hadn’t shown up at school the previous morning, but that had quickly turned into annoyance when he had gone down to the school gates and found dead bodies to deal with.
His anger only grew when the boy remained absent for the remainder of the day. He wanted an explanation about what had happened, and he had even found evidence that the werewolves had spent the full moon in the forbidden forest. It was clear that something had happened and the complete lack of information that he had was starting to seriously bother him; he didn’t like it but he was waiting on Harry’s return.
It was the start of second period now and he knew he was going to have to take care to not lose his temper with Harry now that the boy had finally shown up again. He had spotted him and his cohorts heading onto the grounds, from a window in his office; to say that he was not best pleased at the company the three teenage werewolves had brought with them would be an understatement.
“Leave!” he said angrily. “You’re not welcome on these school grounds, Greyback,” the headmaster said sternly, gesturing in the direction of the school gates.
“Oh get over yourself,” Harry said with a wave of his arm as they continued towards the greenhouses.
“I’m going to go to class,” Romy said, really not wanting to stick around to watch Harry provoke the headmaster; plus she didn’t want to be late for her lesson, which was half way across the castle. “Try to not piss him off too badly,” she whispered to Harry under the guise of pressing a kiss to his cheek; placing one on Clay’s too, whispering, “Don’t let him get detention,” before hurrying off towards the castle with a wave.
“I want you off the school grounds,” Dumbledore told Fenrir again. “I don’t trust you around these children.”
“Yeah, because you give two hoots about any of them,” Clay muttered under his breath.
“I am taking them to their lesson,” Fenrir said, picking Harry up, holding him in one arm, grabbing hold of Clay’s collar with his free hand. He paid no attention to the headmaster as he stepped past him, taking the two boys in the direction of the greenhouses, where Harry had told him their next lesson was going to be, Dumbledore following along behind them, struggling to keep up with Fenrir's massive strides.
“Why did you not return yesterday?” the headmaster demanded to know, realising that he wasn’t going to get Greyback to leave without using force, and that would potentially invoke the unbreakable vow, at the very least giving away to Harry that he was the master of death.
“Don’t worry, Fen, he can’t do anything to you,” Harry said to his mate, knowing very well that no harm could come to Fenrir thanks to the unbreakable vow that they had made. It made Harry rather smug to know that there was very little the headmaster could do right now. “He made me a promise.”
Clay bit his tongue, knowing that ‘a promise’ wasn’t exactly the truth, but he hadn’t yet said anything to his Dad or to anyone else. He hadn’t thought that this particular trip home was the best time to do it; not considering everything else that had happened. Though he hadn’t told Harry this yet.
“Did you spend the full moon in the forbidden forest?” the headmaster demanded to know, feeling a little out of breath from trying to keep up with the Alpha wolf. He was annoyed that Harry had realised the power that the vow gave him in this situation so quickly. “Why did you not return yesterday?”
“Because Adam and Jennifer Chester brought some friends to meet us,” Harry said, glaring at Dumbledore over the Alpha’s shoulder. “I am pretty sure you know exactly which ‘friends’ I mean. Next time you try to manipulate people, you might want to mention certain assets you might not want killed.”
That was all the confirmation Dumbledore needed in regards to what had happened two nights previously on the full moon, when combined with the bodies he had found and the mysterious absence of the Chester family from the hotel room he had purchased for them. He was beyond frustrated; not only had the Chester's failed to separate Romy away from Harry, they had apparently almost got Harry killed too. That really would have ruined everything.
“I have no idea what you mean, but I assure you that the Chesters will no longer be welcome in my school, if what you say is true,” Dumbledore said, meaning it. They had nearly cost him everything and were far too much of a loose cannon it seemed. “However, I must insist that you do not spend another full moon in the forbidden forest; for the safety of my students I cannot permit it.”
“Well, let us go home earlier and it won’t be an issue,” Clayton said, smirking at the headmaster, knowing that Dumbledore would have trouble rebutting that one given the validity of the point.
“Everything okay?” Draco asked, as Fenrir, Harry and Clayton got within talking distance. “Had us worried. I gather our dear headmaster was just being kind enough to check on you personally,” he added with a bland false smile at Dumbledore, who was looking a little irate by this point.
“Oh yes,” Harry said with a grin, “Dumbledore was just about to agree to letting us leave earlier for the full moons.” Harry was more than enjoying winding the headmaster up, though judging by the low, annoyed growl from Fenrir, the Alpha male was not enjoying it as much.
“Oh that’s very kind of him,” Theo said, a lop sided amused smile on his face. He knew that Harry was using him and Draco as witnesses to manipulate the headmaster; but, given the cause, he really didn’t mind all that much at all. He was more than happy to manipulate the headmaster, it wasn't like Dumbledore had ever done anything to help him after all.
“I will keep my… promises,” Dumbledore said pointedly, looking Harry in the eyes, ignoring the others, having realised that he would be getting nowhere while he was so clearly outnumbered. “Make sure you keep yours.”
Harry’s jaw was clenched tightly as he watched the headmaster turn of the spot and head back off towards the castle. He hadn’t forgotten his promises and Dumbledore knew that, the headmaster was just playing games, deliberately hinting at the vow in front of Fenrir and the others.
“What promises, little one?” Fenrir asked, releasing his grip on Clay’s collar and turning his attention to his mate in his arms.
“Just that I am going to take care of some things,” Harry said, leaning up and pressing a quick kiss to Fenrir’s lips, hoping to distract his mate from asking too much. He wouldn’t lie to the Alpha if he could avoid it, but he certainly didn’t want to tell him about the vow just now. “I don’t want you to worry, wolfie; I can take care of myself, I promise.”
“Clay will take care of you too,” Fenrir said, with a very pointed look at the teenager at their side, that promised terrible pain if he failed to do so.
“Yeah, I have his back,” Clay said honestly, though not meeting the Alpha’s eyes; he knew that if Harry didn’t complete his part of the vow there was going to be nothing he could do to help his best friend and Harry would die regardless of what anyone did to help him.
“We all do,” Draco added, looking to the Alpha wolf to make sure that he heard. “He isn’t alone here.” Theo nodded his agreement to the sentiment. Neither of them were going to let anything happen to Harry if they could help it, they were rather fond of him after all this time, and he was still their best hope for the future.
“Do you have to go, wolfie?” Harry asked with a pout. “How about you come and learn about all the pretty plants with us? I am sure Professor Sprout wouldn’t mind another student,” he added with a grin, trying to imagine his mate studying Herbology with them.
Draco and Clay both snorted in amusement at that idea. “I already got Weasley and Granger out of the way so that they wouldn’t see Greyback here,” Draco told Harry with a roll of his eyes, “I think taking him to class would be counter-productive.”
“Amusing though,” Harry said with a grin, picturing the reactions that Fenrir would undoubtedly get. He was sure that they wouldn't actually get much studying done, Professor Sprout would probably run away screaming at the sight of the large man, which Harry found rather amusing to imagine.
“If I stay you would not be going to class,” Fenrir stated rather bluntly, causing Harry to smile at him, liking the idea all the more. Having sex with his mate in every area of the castle was certainly more appealing than going to class. Harry was glad that Dumbledore had stormed off in a huff, he could only imagine what the headmaster's reaction would have been to such a suggestion.
“That sounds like fun,” Harry said, wrapping his arms around the Alpha’s neck. “Maybe we can find a teacher’s office to desecrate.” The teenager grinned at his mate, leaning forward and pressing a sweet kiss to his lips. When he was in the Alpha's arms like this nothing else around him seemed to exist, the fact that Clayton, Draco and Theo were standing right beside them seemed to matter very little to Harry, who was so wrapped up in Fenrir that nothing else could penetrate his tunnel vision.
“Yes, I am sure that will vastly improve Dumbledore’s mood with you,” Draco said, with a roll of his eyes. They had all come to a stop not far from the greenhouses, though they were far enough away that the large Alpha wolf wouldn't be recognised if the students peered out the windows but it was as far as Fenrir could go and Harry seemed to know that and didn't want to leave him.
“We should probably get to class,” Theo suggested, casting a glance over his shoulder to greenhouse five where they were supposed to be, “because if Sprout wants to know why we are late, I am so not being the one to explain that we were delayed while you made out with Fenrir Greyback.”
“As much as I hate to admit it, Theo's right, Fen,” Harry said, snuggling into his mate’s chest, the Alpha huge arms holding him close. “Don’t worry though, I will write to you. We will find a way to meet before the next full moon. Because there is no way I am going a whole month without feeling you inside me,” he added in a very quiet whisper, only for Fenrir’s ears; though, when he pulled back he caught sight of Clay from the corner of his eye and could tell, from the expression on his face, that he had heard too much. Poor Clayton was always hearing or seeing too much, though Harry was sure that one day, probably with Romy, that he would be able to get his own back.
“Behave, little one,” Fenrir said, and it sounded almost like a request, a plea, to Harry’s well trained ears. He was so used to decoding what Fenrir meant in his small grunts and non-committal responses that Harry could have sworn that the older man was desperate for him to behave, to not get into any trouble and it made Harry's heart ache to know that this would probably not be a promise that he would be able to keep. The Alpha kissed his mate passionately once more before reluctantly putting him down on his own two feet, Harry lingering close to his mate, hugging him around the middle and inhaling his scent.
“I always behave, wolfie,” Harry said, grinning widely, backing away reluctantly before he looped arms with Clay and Draco, not letting the heartache he felt at having to walk away from his mate show on his face.
Fenrir watched at the four boys headed towards the greenhouses. It took a lot to stand there and not to go after Harry, to not snatch him back into his arms; and it wasn’t until they had disappeared inside that he was able to make himself turn and walk away, back towards Hogsmeade Village.
FGHP
Jenson frowned as Lukas left not long after Fenrir and the pups had, saying that he had plans and would be back at some point later on. The Beta was sure that the Alpha was right and that the young man was simply dating someone; he supposed that Lukas had a date with this mystery woman for Valentine’s Day. However, it didn't sit right with the Beta that he had no idea where Lukas would be going or when he would be back. It gave him a rather uneasy feeling that if something went wrong then they wouldn't know.
“Damon, are you staying here at the moment?” Jenson queried. He was meant to be taking Callie to St Mungo’s today; not the most romantic of plans for Valentine’s Day but something that had to be done to put their minds at ease over the whole pregnancy issue. Not that anyone else knew about that, of course; neither Jenson nor Callie were keen to disclose why they were leaving the territory, at least not yet. It was their little secret, at least for the time being.
“Until this evening I am,” Damon said somewhat mysteriously, his words catching Micha’s attention fully. He had made a few plans for his precious submissive, though he hadn't shared them with Micha yet, or in fact anyone else in the pack; he had wanted it to be a surprise.
“Tonight?” Micha asked, but Damon, smiling knowingly but ignored him, keeping his attention on Jenson, who appeared to be thinking things over as he nodded his head to show that he had heard him.
“I’m taking Callie out,” Jenson said finally. “You’re okay to stay here until Fenrir gets back?” Jenson asked. He had no doubts that Damon would be perfectly fine taking care of the territory, Micha and Tessie, but he wanted to be sure; technically he knew that he should wait for Fenrir to get back from taking the pups to school, but he wanted to get going sooner rather than later. He was rather anxious about the trip to the wizarding hospital and trying not to show it; he just wanted to be sure that his mate and unborn child were alright.
“Sure, where’s Lukas gone?” Damon asked as Micha came up to him, snuggling into his side, wanting some attention and an answer to his question. Damon accepted his mate under his arm, but remained focusing on Jenson, ignoring Micha as the submissive nuzzled into him, trying his best to distract him.
“Who knows, that boy doesn’t give away anything,” Jenson said with a shrug. “We won’t be long, I just want to spoil her a bit.” He thought that this wasn't a full out lie, he did after all fully intend on taking her out after they had been to St Mungo's so he didn't feel any guilt in telling Damon this and concealing the real reason that they were leaving.
“I think that’s all I need to know, she is my little sister after all,” Damon said with a smile. “You go and have fun, I’ll keep an eye on things here.” Damon was glad that Jenson and Callie would get the opportunity to spend some time alone. It wasn't often that they got time as a couple, the two of them were key members of the pack, irreplaceable to everyone, and it would be good from them to get away from the pack for a little bit and just relax. It might be just what Callie needed to kick start her recovery.
Jenson nodded gratefully at Damon before heading over to where Callie was waiting for him, at the patch of tree line closest to the apparition point, ready for their trip to London. She was fretting over it, nervous about going to St Mungo’s and what the healers might tell her, if they were even seen. Their kind wasn’t exactly welcomed with open arms anywhere in the magical community, but they needed to go, they needed to confirm the pregnancy and the health of the baby.
“It’s going to be okay, love,” Jenson said as he pulled Callie toward him, tucking her into him as they headed into the wood together, sheltering her slight form under one muscled arm as she cuddled into him. She breathed in the scent of her mate, the father of her unborn baby, his familiar scent calming her nerves a little.
“You don’t know that,” Callie said softly as they reached the apparition point. They shouldn’t really have been apparating at all, it was dangerous in any stage of pregnancy to do so, but it wasn’t as if they could summon the Knight bus without arousing suspicion. Jenson wasn’t even sure if the Knight bus would come here because of the wards, no one had tried before. Then again, no one had ever needed to use the large purple monstrosity.
“Yes, my love, I do,” Jenson said firmly. There were no words for how deeply he cared for his mate; he would do absolutely anything for her, no exceptions, she was his whole world, with Romy and now their unborn baby too.
“We’re bringing a baby into… conflict and uncertainty; how can that be alright?” Callie asked with a small sob, she didn’t want to cry, she was stronger than that but when it was only Jenson and herself, she was allowed to just worry and be scared. Everyone else in the pack depended on her so much, she didn’t have any other choice other than to be strong but she didn’t have to be when it was just her and Jenson because he would love her no matter what.
“This baby will be loved and protected; there will be no one in this pack who won’t help us protect him or her,” he said, pressing a kiss to the top of Callie’s head. “Let’s just take this one step at a time, love; let’s get you to the healer and make sure the both of you are okay.”
Callie nodded her agreement, knowing that Jenson was right. There would no doubt be a lot of bumps in the road between now and when their child was born, they simply had to take it one step at a time. Though her biggest concern right now was ensuring that she would survive the pregnancy. She had never felt so weak or ill in her life, and for Callie this was saying something as she had spent the majority of her life battling various bugs and illnesses. The baby would need a lot from her and she wasn’t sure that her body would be able to cope with the strain of it.
Jenson brought Callie into him, wrapping his arms around his mate protectively, placing a soft kiss upon her forehead. “I’m sorry I can’t give you more certainties, my love,” he said to her in a whisper. “All I can say is that I love you and I’m not going to let you go through a moment of this alone, I promise you that.”
“Thank you,” Callie murmured into her mate’s chest, clinging to him somewhat desperately as the two of them disapparated to London.
FGHP
The waiting room was horribly crowded, they couldn’t even get a seat while they waited to be seen. Several people who had come in after them were even seen before them; it took a long while before it became apparent to the hospital staff that the two werewolves would not be leaving until they were seen and finally a healer got the courage to see them.
“Callie Howard,” a rather timid middle aged wizard said and at once Jenson ushered Callie forward before the healer could change his mind about seeing them. “Umm, right… ah, this way, please,” he mumbled, clearly intimidated by the size of the large Beta wolf standing in front of him.
The two werewolves followed the rather shy healer out of the waiting room and down a corridor lined with doors, Jenson keeping Callie tucked in close to him, one arm around her at all times. There was no way that he was letting her go while they were here. He didn’t trust any of these people not to try and hurt them for what they were. He cursed the fact that they'd had to declare what creatures they were before being seen; it was typical of the discrimination most magical creatures suffered at the hands of the ministry.
They were taken into a small room at the end of the corridor, where Callie was instructed to lie upon the hospital bed. Jenson helped her up and got her comfortable before standing by her side and holding her hand, glaring at the healer who had been ballsy enough to see them. Jenson should have been grateful but he was more suspicious than anything else and annoyed that the young healer seemed to be terrified of them.
“I understand that you believe you are pregnant, Ms Danes” the healer said, his voice shaking as much as his hands were. It was really starting to grate on Jenson how scared the healer seemed to be, not to mention the fact that his mate was not being addressed as Howard.
“I believe so, yes,” Callie said, pulling on Jenson’s hand, trying to tell him to behave, because the way he was glaring at the healer wasn’t really helping things. “My teenage daughter did a test, but we just wanted to be sure and make sure that everything was okay.”
“So you’ve already had a previous pregnancy?” the healer asked, looking between the two werewolves questioningly.
“Oh, um, well, no, not really; I’ve not had a pregnancy that has gone to term. She’s our adopted daughter, this is my second pregnancy though,” Callie explained; this was not at all how she had planned on telling Jenson about her previous pregnancy. She hadn’t really wanted to tell him about it at all; she felt pretty embarrassed about the fling she had had in her early twenties, almost a decade ago, before she had even known Jenson, before she had been a part of the Greyback pack.
“You never told me,” Jenson said, feeling a little heart-broken that she had kept such a thing from him; he had thought that they had no secrets from one another but apparently he had been wrong. He had known that Callie had been in a relationship before him, they had had that particular talk when he had first started courting, her but she had never mentioned a baby.
“It wasn’t… it wasn’t exactly anything serious, mostly just rebelling against Damon,” Callie told him. “Can we talk about this later?” she asked, gesturing to the healer, who was watching them apprehensively. He seemed rather scared that this piece of information might make Jenson lose his cool. He had backed into the furthest corner, clearly regretting taking the risk to see the werewolves.
“Yes,” Jenson said rather stiffly to his mate, turning back to the healer and motioning for him to continue. He was a little stiffer than he had been before but Callie was right, this was not a conversation that they should have in front of this timid healer.
“Was the previous pregnancy terminated?” the healer asked somewhat apprehensively, unsure of the reaction that he was going to get to this question. He really didn't want for the large wolf to get worked up into a temper, he was rather worried what would happen if he did.
“No,” Callie said sadly after a moment of hesitation, looking at Jenson for a moment for his reaction to this before looking back to the healer. “I fell ill and miscarried the child in my fourteenth week,” Callie told him truthfully, not seeing any reason to lie about this. “I did not have as many symptoms as I do now though; I am hoping that that is a good sign.”
“What symptoms have you had?” the healer questioned, feeling slightly better now that it seemed that they weren’t going to attack him or anything, but still not entirely comfortable being alone in a room with two werewolves. He was satisfied that the two of them were a couple and the male was just concerned for his partner and unborn child; he didn't think they would hurt him if he helped them.
“Morning sickness, dizziness, exhaustion and I haven’t had a period since before Christmas,” Callie informed him, feeling a little embarrassed to be discussing this with a perfect stranger, but if it would help her feel better and keep the child growing inside of her healthy, then she could suffer through a little embarrassment.
“Well those are a good sign, it shows a strong foetus. I am confident in your daughter’s spell casting ability but I will double check for you,” the healer said, withdrawing his wand. “If you are, we’ll see about getting a scan done as well.”
“Thank you, that would be much appreciated,” Callie said earnestly as the healer cast the spell that would tell her if she was pregnant or not, the same one Romy had on her. Low and behold the test revealed just what Romy’s had done, that she was indeed carrying Jenson’s baby.
“Well, it’s a certainty, you are pregnant,” he told her, glancing at the large man next to the bed to see his reaction; the werewolf was still watching him closely, so he turned back to Callie, trying not to feel too intimidated. “Now let me see if I can get a scan up for you and we can see your little one. We might be able to tell if it’s a boy or a girl if you want to know too,” he offered.
“No,” Callie said quickly before Jenson could say anything, he looked to her strangely, not sure why she had been so quick to refuse this offer.
“Love?” Jenson asked his mate, unsure as to why she would be so adamant about not knowing; he didn’t really mind either way, he would be happy as long as their baby and his mate were safe and healthy but he thought that it might have been nice to know.
“I don’t want to know,” Callie said softly, tears forming in her eyes as a hand came to rest upon her still flat stomach. “If I find out, then it’s a little boy or a little girl, it’s a person, it’s real… it’ll be harder to cope with if I… if…”
“It’s alright,” Jenson said softly, as her voice trailed off, realising what she was so scared of, wrapping an arm around her shoulder and leaning her against him. “We won’t find out,” he assured her, “we’ll wait a while but you aren’t going to lose this baby, not if I can help it.”
“I can provide potions that will help keep you strong and healthy,” the healer said. “It will make your body adapt better to allowing for the child. A lot of women take it and it has been known to reduce the risk of miscarriage; a lot of pureblood women rely heavily on this potion so that they carry their children to term.”
“I think you know that we aren’t exactly purebloods,” Jenson said, his tone blunt as he resumed his glaring at the healer. He didn't like the sound of these potions, he didn't want his mate taking any potions that weren't proven to work for their kind, or that were completely unnecessary.
“Jenson, love, it’s okay,” Callie said calmly, turning back to the healer. “I had some bad childhood illnesses, I get quite seriously unwell sometimes… I am sure that is part of why I am so unwell at the moment, and why I lost the other baby...”
“That is likely, and yes, I do think this potion will help,” the healer assured them. He might not have been happy about having to treat werewolves, but that didn’t mean he didn’t want to do what was best for them and their unborn child. He had become a healer to help people after all and that included these two.
“Are there any side effects we should be aware of?” Jenson asked, not entirely sure that he trusted this man to act in the best interests of his family. “Can you give us some stuff to read, so that we can make a choice for ourselves?”
The healer nodded, getting up and heading across the room. It took a few moments of digging through various pamphlets and literature, but the healer came back with some small leaflets for them to look at, handing one to each of them. Most people would have just accepted the potion without question, but he knew that as werewolves they were going to be naturally suspicious. As a species they were persecuted, it was their suspicions that had kept them alive for this long, he was sure.
“It is your choice, but the side effects are minimal… though it might increase your nausea and how tired you are getting,” the healer told them as they both opened the leaflet. “It is possible that it will cause kidney problems, but that is rare.”
“We will consider it,” Jenson said sternly. He certainly wasn’t going to let his mate take some potions made by someone he didn’t trust, least of all when he hadn’t looked up the details on it himself. He would do his own research and get it made up specially if they decided to use it. He knew that Harry knew a great deal about potions and would never let any harm come to Callie, he might be their best option at finding out what they needed to know.
“Of course, just keep in mind that it would be best to start before the end of the first trimester,” the healer said. “Now, shall we have a look at your baby?”
Callie nodded a little hesitantly; she hadn’t had the chance to see her baby the first time around and she wasn’t even sure that she wanted to see it now. Just like knowing the sex of the baby would make it real, so would seeing it. At the moment it wasn’t real in her mind, she hadn’t had a chance to come to terms with it, to wrap her mind around the fact that she was carrying a small child in her belly. Right now she felt as if she was just sick, something she had experienced many time in her lifetime, it wasn't out of the ordinary to feel this run down and she couldn't attribute it to anything than her poor immune system currently.
Before she could protest and tell the healer to stop however, he had waved his wand and there it was, a little black and white image hovering in front of them over her stomach. Callie looked to Jenson and saw that he was smiling a large, broad smile as the healer pointed out the head and the feet, or at least the beginnings of them.
“It’s like a little jelly bean,” Jenson said with a goofy smile on his face as he studied the picture in front of him, trying not to allow tears to well up in his eyes. The expression on his face made him entirely less threatening than the healer had originally thought and he couldn’t help but feel a little amused at this. Beneath all the brawn and the muscle this was still a man who had just found out that he was going to be a Daddy.
“Our jelly bean,” Callie said, squeezing her mate’s hand and smiling when he looked at her. She had never seen him so happy that he was practically beaming, not since she had accepted him as her mate. She was going to do everything in her power to make sure that she carried the baby to term because she could see clearly just how much Jenson wanted this.
FGHP
Harry was rather glad when Herbology was over and it was time for lunch; he was starving. He hadn’t eaten much breakfast, preferring a romp in the forest with Fenrir to food and, even now, as his stomach growled in complaint, he couldn’t bring himself to regret that decision. As they headed for the Great Hall, meeting up with Romy at the bottom of the Grand Staircase, it was fairly noticeable that Clayton was acting a little weird and neither Harry nor Romy could figure out what the problem was.
However, that was somewhat pushed from their minds when they entered the Great Hall to a rather unexpected sight that made all three of them smile. They had never before seen so many house elves all in one place, let alone dressed up as what looked a little like cupids; it was certainly one of the oddest sights they had seen in a long while.
The small creatures seemed to be bustling about carrying cards from one student to another and the students were making rather a lot of noise as everyone seemed to want to talk at once. The whole of the Great Hall had erupted into excited giggles and the teachers were all at a loss of what to do about it. Umbridge had turned a little red in the face, the Carrow siblings strangely absent.
“Is this your doing?” Harry asked in a whisper, turning to Clayton, who was looking far too innocent not to have been involved in some way.
“I have no idea what you’re talking about,” he returned, grinning madly. “Shall we go and eat?” he asked, motioning over to the Slytherin table where Draco and Theo were already sat, helping themselves to lunch. Romy and Harry looked at him suspiciously before heading over and sitting down where he had pointed.
They had only been there a fraction of a minute, barely being able to greet their friends and they hadn't even thought about helping themselves to food before a nappy clad house elf carrying a bow and arrow arrived next to them looking entirely unhappy about the situation he was in. “There is being cards for all of yous,” he said addressing the three werewolves, Draco and Theo.
“All of us?” Theo asked, looking thoroughly confused. He had a fair idea who Draco’s and the three werewolves’ would be from, but he didn’t think that anyone had particular interest in him at the moment. The house elf, however, said nothing, pushing a card into his hand, then one into Draco’s; Romy and Harry were handed several each but Clayton had a small pile all to himself.
“Why the long face, Clay?” Harry asked, as his best friend looked at the stack of cards in his hand. “Look at all these people wanting to tell you how awesome you are,” he went on, prodding at the pile of cards, watching as they teetered precariously, threatening to fall over.
“Yeah,” Clay said with a wistful sigh, “but I would trade them all for one from Romy.”
Harry laughed and rolled his eyes, reaching down and grabbing a quill and a scrap of parchment from his bag. He covered what he was doing with his arm, as the others watched him curiously, and a moment later, he dropped the quill back into his bag, folded the parchment in half and handed it to Clay.
Clay stared at it, not quite sure what to say, before very slowly and apprehensively opening the makeshift card.
'Clay, you’re an idiot. I love you (as a brother before you make the gay jokes) - Harry. P.S. Romy loves you too, she just isn’t ready to admit it yet.'
“Did you just give Clay a Valentine’s Day card?” Draco asked, giving Harry a very strange look. Whenever he thought that the three werewolves couldn't surprise him with their behaviour any more, they did just that and it never failed to make him smile.
“Yep,” Harry said unashamedly, reaching down to open the first of his three cards, curious as to who they could be from; he really didn't think that Fenrir was the card sending type. However, as he considered the options, he could probably predict who at least one of them was from.
“So who do you have cards from lover boy because I don’t see FG as the card giving type?” Theo asked as Harry tore into the first card.
“FG?” he asked as he removed it from the envelope. The front of the card seemed horribly sappy to Harry, all love hearts, frills and very cute. He vaguely thought that it might have been something that Micha would have sent to Damon and that image made him smile a little to himself. However, seeing as he was the recipient, Harry had a good idea of who was from.
“We can’t exactly keep calling him your boyfriend,” Theo said with a shrug. “So who is it from?” He was curious; he had a very dull life compared to the rest of his friends and he was more than happy to live vicariously through them. He was oddly jealous of Clayton's small pile and even of the fact the other boy seemed rather disinterested in them, preferring to make googly eyes at Romy.
“Cedric,” Harry said with his brow furrowed in confusion as he opened up the card. The head boy had kept it rather simple inside but he hadn't signed it from a secret admirer, he had signed his name, clearly not wanting it to be a secret how he felt.
“So you tell the guy you’re a… you know, and that your boyfriend is… FG, and he still sends you a Valentine's Day card? That boy has it bad,” Clayton said with amusement. He wasn't sure he entirely approved of Cedric sending Harry a Valentine's Day card; he knew that it wasn't Harry's fault but he was thinking that it might be time to have words with Cedric and tell him to back off before he got hurt.
“Yeah, thanks for that,” Harry said dryly as he looked over to the Hufflepuff table, his eyes meeting Cedric’s and giving him a bit of an awkward smile as a way of saying thank you for the card before quickly looking away again. “Come on, Clay, who are your many admirers?” he asked, wanting to change the subject fairly quickly, suddenly not really in the mood for Valentine's Day at all.
“Well this one apparently wants to remain anonymous,” Clay said, gesturing to the card he had already opened. “And this one is from Granger,” he said with a slightly nauseated expression, dropping it onto the table next to the first before going to open a third. “This one says it is from Hannah, any ideas who that might be?”
“There’s a Hannah Abbott in your year, a Hufflepuff,” Astoria told them from where she was sat on Romy’s far side. “That is the only Hannah I am aware of in the school,” she added with a shrug when Romy gave her an odd look.
“Well this one is anonymous too,” Clay said, already having moved on to his next card, not actually that interested in identifying who Hannah actually was. “And this one is from someone called Andrew…. urg, seriously? Next…” he said discarding it with the others.
“How about yours, Draco?” Harry prompted, as he opened the second one of his own. “Or yours, Theo?”
“I will open mine later,” Draco said. He already had a fair idea who his might be from and certainly didn’t have any intentions of embarrassing her when she was sat just a few seats down from him. He wasn't so cruel that he would openly hurt her when he really didn't return her feelings.
Harry suddenly laughed, as he looked at his second card, which was clearly handmade. 'Happy Valentine’s Day, little one' it read and, though it was clearly supposed to be from Fenrir, Harry knew straight away that Micha was behind it; that didn’t make it any less precious to him though and he made a mental note to write and thank Micha later. Micha had even signed it from Alpha bossy boots.
“Care to share the joke?” Romy asked, curious about who other than Cedric was crushing on Harry. She thought that him smiling had to be a good sign and was curious as to what had made him go from looking a little down in the dumps to happy in such a short space of time.
“It’s from Micha,” Harry told her, handing it over so that she could read it, a huge smile breaking out on her face as she did; Clay read it over her shoulder, snorting in amusement.
“Anyone want to guess who this is from?” Theo asked, having opened his own card, which was also clearly homemade; it was brightly coloured with bits sticking out all over the place from what seemed to be springs, and little tiny ribbons which kept on twirling. He wasn’t sure whether to be scared or amused, though he could admit that it was rather mesmerising to look at.
“I could take a fairly good guess,” Romy said with amusement. “But I won’t,” she added with a wicked smile. As she said this she began to pile food onto Harry and Clayton’s plates, knowing that they were too wrapped up in everything that was going on to really do what they had come to the Great Hall to do, eat lunch.
“Are you not opening your cards, Romy?” Clay asked, looking at the two untouched envelopes next to his pack sister and the one package.
“In a bit,” she said dismissively. “Pretty sure I know exactly who they are from. This one,” she said, pointing at the big red heart-shaped one, “is from you. And my guess would be that the other is from Colin,” she added not looking too pleased about that. “The parcel though…”
“Just go ahead and open it, before Clay gives himself an aneurysm with the anticipation,” Harry said with amusement. Clay was having great difficulty sitting still and was clearly itching to see Romy’s reaction.
“Now I'm curious too,” Astoria said, watching on with interest. Even Daphne, who was next to her sister, but had so far remained silent, turned to see what it was that Romy had been given.
“Okay, okay,” Romy said, picking up the parcel and turning it over in her hands. “If this explodes, Clayton, then I am going to be very angry. So either warn me now or start running.”
“No explosions,” Clay said. “I promise, at least not when it comes to the parcel” he added at her sceptical expression. She still looked a little suspicious but if he had promised then she had no reason not to believe him.
Eyeing her pack brother carefully for a few more seconds, she turned her attention back to the package in her hands and started to pull off the paper; once it was unwrapped she found herself with what looked to be a book in her hands, but there was no title. Giving Clay a quick look, she saw that he was grinning happily, and so, cautiously, she opened it.
Her breath caught in her throat as she realised it was not a book at all, but a photo album, and that she was looking at a picture of herself sitting between her parents, her Dad obviously having said something to make her and her mother laugh. She had no idea when it had been taken but it was amazing.
Underneath it was a picture of her with her Mum cooking, and as she turned the page she saw pictures of her with the pack, and even the one of her and Harry covered in porridge after their food fight. But then she reached some blank spaces, and looked up curiously at Clayton, surprised he hadn’t filled it.
“Those are for you to fill, for you to choose your own family to add to the ones you already have,” he told her with a smile. He had been agonising over the gift for the last few weeks, knowing that he would have to give her something memorable and unique.
“You’re not in here,” Romy said, as she flicked back over the pictures, looking for a single one of Clay. “Why?” she asked, confused as to why he hadn't put himself into the album, it wasn't like he was camera shy at all.
“Because you have to chose if you want me as just your cousin or something more,” Clayton told her. “I want you to be able to chose your family, Romy, I want to give you that choice because I know you didn’t get to make many choices about your life and you deserve to make this one.”
“Okay, you seriously need to give him a chance,” Astoria whispered to her friend, “because if he can be that cute then I might just steal him for myself.”
“Oh shush, you,” Romy said, giving her friend a playful shove. Astoria was, however, kind of right; Clay really could be incredibly sweet sometimes. Shutting the book she gave Clay a happy smile before placing a soft kiss on his cheek. “Thank you,” she said, blushing a little.
Harry, deciding that he had had enough cuteness from everyone around him put his last remaining card in his bag. It wasn’t going to be from his mate, so he would look at it later when it didn’t hurt to think about Fenrir, and how much he missed him, quite as much. Besides he knew that Clay needed his help to pull off the next bit of his daft plan to woo Romy.
“Stay the hell away from me, Granger!” Ron shouted, loud enough to be heard across the Great Hall. His tone was one of disgust and Hermione was looking horror stricken, her face beetroot red as Ron yelled at her, much to the joy of some of the Slytherin's who were sniggering a little at this display.
Clay couldn’t help but laugh at the success of his prank on Granger and Weasley, this was what he had wanted to see and it almost made being away from the rest of the pack worth it, just to see Hermione suffer. “That’ll teach her to make goo-goo eyes at me,” he said with triumph as Ron stormed from the Great Hall. “Oh, Harry, as we discussed,” he added with a wink and Harry nodded, removing his wand from his robes with a sigh and a small smile.
He honestly didn't mind helping his best friend woo the girl of his dreams but it certainly didn't put him in a romantic mood that his own mate was so far away. He could, however, appreciate the fact that even with the disastrous events that had lead to it, he had spent two nights with his mate while also pissing off the headmaster, which was always a bonus.
“What are you two planning now?” Romy asked looking between her pack brothers suspiciously, not trusting either of them for a moment.
“Do you have so little faith in us?” Harry asked, pressing his hand over his heart, letting out a dramatic gasp, before breaking into a grin and turning to Clayton. “Ready?” If he couldn't be with Fenrir on Valentine's Day then he was sure as hell going to make sure he enjoyed himself.
“As ready as I’ll ever be,” Clayton said turning to Romy as Harry enchanted a nearby teapot to start playing music. Romy furrowed her brow in confusion, not sure why they needed music for whatever Clay had planned; however, as he turned to her, realisation dawned upon her.
“No,” Romy said in horror; but it was too late, there was no stopping it now. She suddenly found herself wishing that the ground would open up and swallow her whole, just so she didn't have to sit there and be serenaded by the out of tune, over enthusiastic, Clayton.
“Oh geeze,” Theo said with a grin as Clayton began to sing, if you could call it singing; it wasn’t exactly in tune but it still had Romy’s cheeks flushing scarlet with embarrassment as she looked to the floor, unable to look up and meet anyone's eyes.
“According to you I’m stupid,” Clayton sang, keeping his voice low so that only the surrounding Slytherin’s could hear him, “I’m useless, I can’t do anything right. According to you I’m difficult, hard to please, forever changing my mind.”
“Please stop,” Romy begged as Clay’s volume increased a little.
“I’m a mess and don’t impress.” Harry couldn’t help but laugh at the poorly altered line in the song; Clay hadn’t wanted to imply he ever wore dresses, not ever. “Can’t show up on time, even if it would save my life.”
At this moment Harry began a slow rhythmic clapping as Clayton became louder, encouraging those around them to join in with what Harry was doing. Really starting to get into it, Clayton got to his feet, waving his arms in enthusiastic gestures towards Romy, who had buried her head in her hands from embarrassment.
“But…” Clay said as the music changed, he put one foot on the bench, drawing the attention of the whole Slytherin table and some of the students sitting at the Hufflepuff table next to them. “This morning, I woke up with this feeling, I didn’t know how to deal with and so I decided to myself, I’d hide it to myself and never talk about it and didn’t I go and shout it when you walked into the room.”
By this time half of the Slytherin table was clapping along with the music, Clayton singing loud enough for the whole hall to hear him. “I think I love you,” Clay bellowed at the top of his lungs, “I think I love you,” now climbing up on to the Slytherin table, avoiding standing in sandwiches and on quiche. “I think I love you so what are you so afraid of? You’re afraid that I’m not sure of a love there is no cure for, I think I love you, isn’t that what life is made of? Though it worries me to say that I’ve never felt this way!”
“Stop it,” Romy hissed; Harry never having seen her cheeks go such a violent shade of red. The entire school now clapping along, altering the beat as the music changed for the second time. Not even the teachers were making any move to stop this, most of them looking highly amused; Remus had a broad grin on his face that Harry couldn’t help but smile at and the teenager was endlessly grateful that both Umbridge and Dumbledore were absent. Umbridge had clearly disappeared out of the Great Hall in the chaos when she couldn't get order or anyone to help her obtain it.
“The state of elation that this unison of hearts achieved, I had seen, I had touched, I had tasted and I truly believed!” Clayton sang, dancing along the table rather enthusiastically, however never once losing focus and staying very close to Romy giving her all of his attention.
“Make him stop,” Romy said turning to Harry and pleading with him. Harry, however, shook his head, laughing; his best friend had been planning this for weeks there was no way he was ruining the fun now.
“That the light of my life, would tear a hole right through each cloud that scudded by, just to beam on you and I,” Clayton said, nearing the end of his song now and really putting in the effort to sing as loudly as he could. “Love is only a feeling, drifting away, when I’m in your arms I start believing, it’s here to stay, but love is only a feeling, anyway, anyway.”
Clay dropped to his knees in front of Romy, his voice suddenly softening so that the last chorus would only be for the two of them, the music changed for the final time and the clapping from the other students died down, the entire Great Hall in silence as they watched and listened.
“I think I love you, I think I love you, so what are you so afraid of? You’re afraid of a love there is no cure for. I think I love you, isn’t that what life is made of? Though it worries me to say that I’ve never felt this way.”
As the last words left his lips the entire Great Hall erupted into thunderous applause, the students getting to their feet, standing on benches as they cheered Clayton and his guts to do something so amazing and so publicly. Romy just wanted the ground to open up and swallow her but she got to her feet and threw her arms around Clayton, hugging him tight.
“You dork, you absolute dork,” she muttered into his ear still holding him close.
“I’m always going to love you, Romy. No matter what you chose, I love you,” Clayton said, accepting the hug and returning it, inhaling her sweet scent and savouring the moment.
“Just give me some time, I need to think,” Romy requested gently.
“I’d give you anything Romy. I would impatiently wait forever for you; I’m not going anywhere,” he promised and she placed a soft kiss upon his cheek, his second for the day, whispering her thanks as the Great Hall carried on clapping and cheering for them.
FGHP
Having finally managed to get her pack brothers to calm down enough to actually eat something, and having remembered to eat something herself, Romy told Harry and Clayton that she wanted to go back to the Dormitory to put the photo album away safely. It was mostly true, she did want to make sure it was safe, but she also felt she needed a few minutes to herself to sort through the mass of thoughts swirling in her mind.
“I’ve forgotten my transfiguration textbook,” Draco said quickly when he realised that Romy would be going back to the dormitory. “I’ll catch you guys up,” he said to Harry and Clayton, who both nodded, thinking nothing of it as Draco followed after Romy.
Romy was already halfway to the common room and Draco had to jog to catch up with her. He knew that after Clayton’s huge show of affection, he had to show Romy how he felt because if he didn’t then he was going to regret it for the rest of his life.
It had taken a lot for him to know that he at least wanted to try. He had had conflicting emotions over her being a werewolf and a muggleborn but he had figured out that he cared very little about either of those issues. Romy was one amazing girl and he would be an idiot if he passed her up.
He caught up to her just as she was letting herself into the common room. “Romy,” he called out to her and the young girl turned around looking a little startled.
“Oh, Draco, it’s you,” Romy said, pressing her hand to her rapidly beating heart. “You scared me,” she said smiling at him.
“I scared you? Formidable werewolf and kickass witch, and I scared you?” Draco asked in amusement as the two of them headed into the common room and then quickly into their dormitory, neither of them fancying being hugely late for their next class.
“Such flattery,” Romy said, as she went over to Harry’s trunk to store the photo album there. “Should I be worried?” she asked, standing back up once she was sure that her present was safe. Draco was standing near the doorway watching her thoughtfully. “Okay, definitely getting a little worried now,” she went on when he said nothing.
“No, I don’t think you need to worry,” he assured her. “But I have been thinking,” he said, taking a few steps forward.
“Okay…” Romy said slowly, not really sure what to make of the definite atmosphere that suddenly was between them. Her throat was feeling strangely dry and she swallowed nervously, biting at her bottom lip when Draco stepped even closer.
“I want to give something a try,” he said, his voice quiet and gentle, as he reached out and threaded his fingers in her curly hair, cupping the back of her head in his hand.
“Alright,” Romy said breathlessly, no doubt in her mind about what was about to happen. She was having second thoughts about her feelings towards Clayton, but there something between her and Draco; this was her chance to find out what. She was just about to ask Draco if he was really sure he wanted this, when the blond leaned forward and pressed his lips against hers.
It wasn’t as though Romy had much experience with kissing, her only previous kiss having been the one in the library with Clayton, and so she tried to kiss him back; she opened her mouth slightly, leaning into it a little, her tongue flickering out tentatively to meet his. It was… nice, Romy supposed; it felt like a kiss, warm and soft, but even the one that Clayton had stolen from her had had more passion. She reached forward to place her hands on Draco but touching him in such a personal way felt strange and she didn’t quite know what to do with herself.
Draco pulled back, their faces only a short distance apart as they looked at each other. He opened his mouth to say something, but closed it again, a thoughtful expression on his face, unsure what to say or do.
“This feels a little weird," Romy said quietly, an apologetic smile on her face, neither of them moving from where they were standing close to each other. It was kind of an awkward moment and she didn’t want to make it worse by making Draco think she didn’t feel comfortable being close to him.
"You feel that too?" Draco asked; he had wanted to kiss her so badly but from the moment they had started it had felt… off. He couldn’t put his finger on what it was exactly, but it wasn’t what he had expected.
"Umm, yeah, sorry, it wasn't the kiss," Romy said, flicking her tongue out over her lip, where she could taste Draco slightly, her lips feeling a little odd from the pressure that had been on them only seconds earlier.
"Not the kiss," Draco agreed, taking a small step back away from her. The kiss was much like the few others he had shared with people but this one felt more… awkward; and it lacked that special something that he had thought would make this moment with Romy particularly brilliant.
"Course not, the kiss was great,” Romy assured him. She was so flattered that he had wanted to kiss her, and she really did like him, she didn’t want him to feel that it had been a mistake. “It's just..."
"Weird," Draco suggested, echoing back what Romy had said when they had first pulled back from the kiss. As awkward as this whole moment felt between them, he was aware that it would have been a whole lot worse if one of them had felt differently.
"Yes!" Romy said, feeling profoundly relieved that they were at least on the same page. “That’s it exactly,” she said, stepping away from him and grabbing her book bag from where she had put it on the floor when she had been putting the photo album away.
"You like Clay," Draco said. It was a statement more than a question; he had see the expression on Romy’s face when she had stood up to hug her pack brother after his singing and, despite her embarrassment, she was really touched by the gesture.
"Yeah,” she said sincerely, and Draco suspected that it was more or less a new revelation to her, “I think I do. Sorry," she added, and she looked it too.
“Don’t be,” Draco told her firmly. “Just don’t play with his heart too much, because I sort of got the impression he might be in love with you,” he added with a crooked smile.
“Yeah,” Romy said sarcastically, “I can’t imagine what gave you that impression. I just need some time to mull things over a bit first, know what I mean?” she added seriously.
“I do,” Draco said. He hesitated for a moment, not sure whether it would make things more awkward between them, before he decided he didn’t care and pulled Romy into his arms and hugged her. “Take your time, work out what YOU want, and then go and get it,” he told her as he pulled back. “Don’t be late for class,” he said, pressing a quick kiss to her forehead before leaving her alone.
“It’s only History of Magic,” she called out after him, glad that it seemed their fumbled attempt at a kiss hadn’t ruined their friendship. She took a calming breath, running her fingers through her hair to try and tidy it a little; when they got stuck in several knots she realised she was going to have to take more drastic measures. Dropping her bag onto Harry’s bed, she grabbed her hair brush and a hair tie and headed into the bathroom.
“Such a mess,” she said to herself as she looked into the mirror and started to tie her hair up. She didn’t just mean her hair either; though, she thought to herself as she touched a finger to her slightly swollen lips, she could probably at least put a stop to her Draco fantasies now.
Turning on the tap, she let the water run cold, splashing a little on her face. Clayton. She was trying to figure out how she felt, but it was difficult when she had so many other people’s opinions in her head too. Her Dad’s disapproval, Harry’s delight at the idea of them together, Draco’s support and Clayton’s emphatic insistence that he would wait forever.
She looked herself over in the mirror, pulling her wand from her robes and casting a quick drying spell. She ran her fingers over her lips again, trying to remember what it had felt like when Clayton had kissed her; it had caught her so off guard and upset her so much at the time that she hadn’t really thought about it. Not to mention she had nothing to compare it against until now.
It certainly wasn’t as though she didn’t care about him, didn’t love having him around, and the kiss had been good, even if not the perfect one she had dreamed of; it was actually preferable to the one she had just shared with Draco, if she was honest with herself. Romy smiled, wondering what it would be like if she actually gave Clayton a chance to kiss her properly; though she wasn’t sure if she was quite ready for that yet. However, she thought that maybe she should consider it.
Heading back into the bedroom, she opened up her book bag, pulling out the books from her morning classes, knowing that she wouldn’t need them, and then two letters. Holding them in her hand she bit her lip thoughtfully. The smaller of the two, in a standard rectangular envelope, she discarded onto the bed; she was fairly sure that would be from Colin Creevey and she had no interest in reading it at all.
The other, however, was almost certainly from Clayton. She flipped open the flap, intending to read the card, to see what the boy had to say for himself, but was rather startled by a small bang and a face full of what seemed to be heart shaped confetti.
“I am so going to kill you, Clayton Danes,” she muttered under her breath, though she was smiling and holding back a laugh. He had only promised her that the parcel was explosion free after all, and she already knew that that was the case he would make for himself.
Dusting the confetti from her robes, hair and face, she took out the heart shaped card and opened it. Sure enough, it was from Clayton, not that he had actually signed his name, but she recognised his handwriting; the message was so clearly him anyway, that she heard it in his voice as she read it.
'Romy, I have hopefully already told you this a hundred times today alone, but I love you. Forever yours, xx'
“Damn you Damon, for raising your son to be such a sappy romantic,” she said, very glad that she had been alone when she opened the card, when she had to actually wipe a tear from her eye. She had known logically how Clayton felt about her, but there was something about the way he was showering her with affection but letting her choose was really making her believe it for the first time.
She found it difficult to understand why anyone would love her; it had taken her time to accept the love of her parents, but she didn’t question that now; apparently it had just taken her a little while to accept Clayton’s feelings too. She still thought he was an idiot, particularly for falling for her, but if they could be happy together he deserved the chance to make that choice for himself too.
Feeling elated with her new understanding, Romy shoved the card into the front of one of her textbooks for safe keeping and closed up her bag. She wasn’t exactly going to just hand herself to Clay on a platter, but she would give him a chance to earn her affections.
FGHP
“Honestly, Lukas, where are we going?” Nell asked, her voice full of laughter as she held onto her boyfriend’s arm. She couldn’t see a thing, thanks to the blindfold he had put over her eyes while they were in the car, and was trusting him to not walk her straight into something or off a cliff.
“You’ll see in just a minute, I promise,” he told her, sounding just as amused; he was keeping a very firm grip on Nell, and glad he was doing so when she slipped a little bit on the cobble stones. She was still laughing happily though as he helped her keep her footing. “Okay, ready?” he asked as they came to a stop.
“Yes, it’s you that’s insisting on keeping me blind,” Nell told him, but her breath caught in her throat when he suddenly pulled the blindfold away and a huge grand castle was revealed before her. It was set in the middle of sweeping hills, the grounds around it perfectly maintained, and what looked to be several huge gardens that she hoped they would get a chance to visit.
“I have arranged a champagne lunch for us, m’lady,” Lukas said with a short bow that had her laughing again and slapping him playfully on the arm for his silliness. She had never been spoilt like this before, and certainly not so sweetly, so romantically, and on Valentine’s Day too. It was no wonder that Lukas had told her to dress up for the occasion.
“Oh, Lukas,” Nell said with a gasp as she took in the beauty of it all.
“You do like it, don’t you?” he asked, suddenly worried. “It isn’t too much? I went over the top with this, didn’t I? You hate it?”
“It’s way over the top,” Nell said with a fond smile, leaning up to brush her lips against his, “I love it.”
“It’s kinda the way I feel about you,” Lukas said shyly; he had never told her this before, he had always been so nervous about doing so but now he knew that there was no doubt that he felt that way. Hell he wanted to marry the girl one day but for the moment telling her how he felt would have to suffice.
“Lukas?” Nell asked, looking up at her boyfriend in astonishment. “Did you just say what I think you did?”
“Yes,” Lukas said with a smile, “I love you, Nell, I really do. And don’t feel you have to say it back, just because; I told you because it is the truth,” he added, not wanting to pressure a response from the beautiful redhead.
“Of course I love you too,” she said, flinging her arms around his neck and kissing him. “I was so sure that I was just being stupid and you would run a mile the second I said it, that it was too soon, but yes, yes, yes, I love you, Lukas.”
“Oh, good,” Lukas said, feeling a little stunned to actually have her return his affections so enthusiastically, despite all his hopes that she would.
“Good?” Nell asked, laughter in her eyes and on her lips as she looked at him incredulously.
“Very good, really very, very good,” Lukas added. “Excellent, fantastic, wonderful, even,” he went on. “I am so happy right now,” he told her, pressing his lips to hers once more.
“You really didn’t have to do all of this for me,” Nell said, cuddling into his side, as they looked out over the castle and grounds again.
“I wanted to,” Lukas said and then blushed a bright red, suddenly unable to look Nell in the eye. “I’ve also… um, I also…”
“Yes,” she coaxed, loving how unsure of himself he was, how embarrassed. He was such a sweetheart, always worrying about how she would feel about things; she couldn’t believe how lucky she was to get a man who was both big, strong and handsome, as well as thoughtful and considerate.
“We have a room here, just for tonight,” he told her. “We don’t have to use it, or stay or…”
“A room?” Nell asked, cutting off his ramblings. She was sure that if she let him he would be able to just keep going for hours, trying to explain himself and only getting in even more of a muddle.
“Yes, umm, when I booked, they ah… they only,” Lukas said, not finding the words he was looking for. He took a quick breath and tried again. “Well they only had one left,” he explained; he had just wanted a standard room, but that apparently hadn’t been an option.
“What kind of room is it?” Nell asked with heavy amusement, though going to great effort not to laugh at his anxiousness given what lengths he had gone to, to make the day perfect.
“It’s the honeymoon suite,” he admitted.
“Well that is rather presumptuous, Mr Faris,” Nell said, though she had a teasing smile on her lips and did not look at all upset with this information. “Come on,” she said, linking her arm through his, “you promised me champagne and lunch.”
Lukas chuckled as the two of them made their way along the path down the gently sloping hill towards the large entrance way of the castle hotel. He really did love the beautiful woman he had on his arm.
FGHP
Callie’s appetite was still a little shaky so Jenson had opted for just getting them a small lunch in a little café. He had wanted his mate to at least be able to have a meal that she hadn’t prepared herself for once; he would have offered to cook for her, but for the health of both her and their unborn child he decided not to.
“I wanted to take you shopping for a bit, if you are feeling up to it,” Jenson said kindly, his arm around Callie as they exited the small café together, onto the relatively busy muggle high street almost like a regular couple.
“A trip to the doctors, lunch and a shopping trip?” Callie asked with a gentle teasing smile. “Are you just trying to be extra sweet because you think that Damon’s going to show you up by spoiling Micha rotten?”
“No, I am spoiling you rotten because you deserve it,” Jenson said seriously, stopping and stepping in front of her. “You take care of all of us, and now you are suffering to give us another child,” he pointed out, pressing a kiss to her lips. “And I love you.”
“And Damon and Micha going to make us all look like unromantic idiots,” she added with a grin as they started walking again.
“Maybe,” Jenson said with mock grumpiness. He could listen to Callie teasing and mocking him all day if she did it with a smile on her face. “I know you are worried about this baby, and don’t want to let it feel real, but… I was going to suggest we look at baby stuff…” he suggested, his words hesitant only because he didn’t want to upset his mate with the suggestion.
“I know you’re excited, Jenson, I just don’t want you to get your hopes up with this…” Callie said sadly. She really didn’t want to lose this baby, but she was already exhausted and she was only nine weeks along. “I don’t think I’m strong enough…”
“You are, love,” Jenson said, leading his mate off to the side of the street, out of the way of other passing shoppers. “You are so much stronger than you give yourself credit for,” he told her confidently.
“I love that you have so much faith in me,” she said, a wry smile on her face, “but I lost a baby before. I got sick and I…”
“It wasn’t your fault,” Jenson said adamantly. “You stop blaming yourself right now and enjoy this. We’re having a baby, Callie; a beautiful little baby; you and me. We can finally give Romy a little brother or sister…”
“And what about the dangers?” she asked him, a hint of panic in her voice; the only thing she thought might be worse than losing this child before it was born, would be to lose it after, to have to see their child suffer. “My health is only the first thing we have to worry about; there are the strays and Voldemort...don’t you think we’re being selfish bringing a child into this?”
“Do you want this baby, Callie?” Jenson asked. He forced his voice calm, despite the sinking feeling he felt in his gut; he was so excited about the idea of having a baby with her, of getting to raise his own child with her, but he didn’t want his mate to resent this baby and so he had to know the truth.
“Jenson…” she said, looking exhausted.
“No, tell me love,” Jenson told her firmly, a hand on each of her arms. “Tell me truthfully; do you want this baby, our baby?” he asked resting his hand upon her flat stomach.
“Yes…” Callie told him a little hesitantly. “Yes, of course I do,” she said with far more conviction a second later, her hand over his on her belly.
“Then that is all that matters,” Jenson said, pressing a quick kiss to her lips. “The rest… I’ll protect you, I’m not leaving your side for a moment!”
“You want to be a Dad so much, I never thought it mattered to you,” Callie said, still struggling to process everything that was happening. She felt a bit daft for not having considered that Jenson might want them to have biological children of their own; it wasn’t as though they had ever really taken precautions against it and so when it had never happened she just assumed that her body just wasn’t meant to have babies.
“We always had Romy,” Jenson said with a shrug. He really did love their daughter, but the idea that he and Callie had made a child together struck a chord with him somewhere deep in his soul. “But it is an honour to have you carry my child. I am already the luckiest man in the world to have you and Romy; this… this is simply astounding.”
Jenson went down on to his knees in the middle of the High Street, not caring in the least who saw him or what anyone else thought and kissed her belly as he encircled his arms around her waist before resting his head against her stomach. He felt her fingers slid through his hair in an affectionate gesture and he knew that she was accepting this. He smiled when two teenage girls smiled at them, giggling as they walked passed, and he heard one of the ‘awww’ at them even.
“So...” Callie said, realising that more people were starting to look at them, “shall we go see all this probably ridiculously cute baby stuff?” she suggested, running her fingers through her mate’s red hair as he looked up at her.
“Only if you want to, love,” Jenson said; he wouldn’t force her into doing anything she didn’t want to but he so desperately hoped she did. He was so excited about becoming a Daddy that he wanted to go to the nearest store and buy everything, not that this was possible. Before they could do anything they would have to tell Fenrir. Jenson didn’t think that the Alpha was going to be best pleased with the news. “We really don’t have to go shopping if you don’t want to. We could just go home.”
“And miss watching my big handsome mate cooing over tiny little clothes, I think not,” Callie said with a grin. She found it heart-warming and sweet that her big dominant mate was so focused on shopping for their unborn child, she was even starting to wish that she had found out the gender.
“I know I don’t show it often but I really do love you,” he told her. “Sometimes I feel as if you don’t see how much I care for you. You do so much and we all take you for granted; today, my love, it is a chance for you to feel special.”
“Declarations of love while down on your knees?” Callie said with an amused teasing smile. “I think you definitely win serious points for being such a sweetheart,” she told him, as Jenson got to his feet and pulled her gently against him as he kissed her. This, of course, had even more women swooning around them as Callie wrapped her arms around Jenson’s neck and kissing him back.
FGHP
For a Tuesday the shops were fairly busy but regardless the two of them found a large baby retail store and began to look around. “I never knew babies needed to much,” Jenson said in astonishment as he eyed up a pram with an extortionately high price tag attached.
“We won’t be able to get half of this,” Callie said looking a little sad about this. They were werewolves and lived in the middle of a forest, they were not regular people who had a house with four walls and a roof.
“If you want our baby to have it then it shall have it,” Jenson declared, before scrunching his face up on thought. “We have to stop calling it an it,” he said, considering this for a moment. “How about we call it Jelly Bean for the moment?”
Callie couldn’t help but smile at her mate, he really was adorable. “Okay, we have a little Jelly bean,” she agreed as she went over to look at some of the newborn clothes. In particular a tiny all in one sleep suit that was all in white, with little ears on the hood, paw prints on the feet and the word ‘love’ embroidered on the front.
“Do you want it?” Jenson asked, coming up behind her and wrapping himself around her back, looking at the tiny sleep suit that she was admiring, it really was adorable.
“We can’t,” Callie said with a sigh, putting it back on the rack.
“Why not?” Jenson asked her curious as she turned around in his arms to look at him.
“Because we haven’t told Damon or Fenrir or in fact anyone other than Romy and you know that girl will take our secret to the grave before telling anyone; we really can’t,” she said adamantly.
“I don’t care. If you want it then we get it and while we’re at it, we’ll get this too,” Jenson said holding up a little body suit with short sleeves, it was a shocking red colour and was emblazoned with the slogan, ‘Don’t upset me, I have a big sister and I’m not afraid to use her,’ something Callie couldn’t help but laugh at.
“I’m sure Romy will appreciate that one,” Callie said with a smile. “But we still can’t get them.”
“To hell with it, if you want them then yes we can,” Jenson said firmly, not liking that his mate was stopping herself because of the other members of the pack. “I’ll talk to Fenrir when we get back,” he said decisively, knowing that the sooner he talked to the Alpha the better.
“I’ll talk to Damon,” Callie said with a sigh, not looking forward to breaking the news to her brother. He had been so worried about her with how unwell she had been lately, and now she knew Damon was probably going to get angry and blame it all on Jenson. Her brother and her mate were never going to be the best of friends but they had been fighting more recently for various reasons and she didn't think that this was going to help matters at all.
“I’ll talk to him,” Jenson offered, though he didn't really want to. He would, however, do it if it meant his mate didn't have to; though he knew that if he ended up breaking the news to Damon then there was more than likely going to be yet another fist fight.
“No, it’ll only end in a fight. I’ll talk to him,” Callie told her mate with a pointed look, “but not yet; can’t we just keep this between us? I don’t think I want everyone knowing just yet.”
“Alright, my love, though we shouldn't keep it from Fenrir if we get a chance to tell him," Jenson reasoned, and Callie nodded her agreement. "But I’m buying the clothes,” he added, picking up the body suite and the little bear sleep suit and heading over to the till to pay for them before Callie could voice any more objections.
FGHP
Nell and Lukas’ champagne lunch had been really great, and the two of them had more or less giggled their way through it, feeling a little out of their depth in the highly formal setting. Though, admittedly, the second bottle of champagne probably hadn’t done anything to make them behave more sensibly.
“That was fun,” Nell said happily, as the two of them sauntered out the large patio doors that the back of the hotel and into one of the gardens.
“Yes, it really was,” Lukas agreed, pulling his girlfriend against his chest, kissing her as they walked, Nell walking backwards; the two of them started laughing again as she nearly fell over.
“I think I need to see where I am going if we are going for a walk in the gardens like a respectable couple,” Nell said, kissing him again, before taking his hand and leading him off towards where the signs said they would find the rose garden. “Mr Faris, I do believe you are a little drunk,” she said with a giggle as Lukas stumbled and almost fell, laughing like an idiot just as much as Nell was. He sat himself down on a wooden bench and pulled Nell down with him until she was sitting in his lap.
“Miss Green, I do believe I am but then an idiot in love will always act a little drunk,” Lukas said as he leaned forward and captured her lips in a passionate kiss.
“Did you mention something about a honeymoon suite?” Nell asked a little breathless as their kiss broke.
“One day, Miss Green, I am going to marry you,” Lukas said without really thinking, the champagne having gone straight to his head.
“Is that so, Mr Faris? You sound quite confident about that,” she said with a grin. “Though Mrs Faris does have a ring to it, I suppose,” she added a blush on her cheeks, though whether from the champagne or embarrassment she wasn’t sure.
“Nell Faris… Mhmm, yes, I do like the sound of that,” Lukas said, capturing her lips in another kiss.
“But you know we have to meet each other’s families before we decide that we’re spending forever together,” Nell said, highly amused by the whole date and so in love with the man she was in that she found it hard to think straight.
“I already decided that,” Lukas said, wanting to change the subject. Nell was his, all his and he wanted to keep it that way for a while longer yet, he didn’t think that the other’s in the pack were going to react well to having a muggle in their midst. “Now I do believe you mentioned something about a honeymoon suite,” Lukas said. “Allow me to carry you, m’lady.”
With these words Lukas scooped up the giggling Nell into his arms and got to his feet, though a little unsteadily before heading off towards the castle and their private room to make the most of the afternoon together.
FGHP
Damon had refused to tell Micha where he was taking him for their romantic Valentine’s date. Apparently it was a surprise. The dominant had taken his mate to the apparition point, surrounded him from behind and covered the submissive’s eyes with his hands, all the while nuzzling at his neck.
“You’re going to love this, trouble,” Damon said as he nipped at Micha’s neck lovingly, his stomach all tied up in knots about their coming date, despite his outward confidence.
“Your fingers smell of sex,” Micha said with a giggle. Damon had given him a hand job while they had waited for one of the other dominants to return to the clearing and Micha could still smell his come on his mate's hands.
“Keep talking like that and we won’t be going anywhere, I’ll simply ravish you right here,” Damon growled as Micha wriggled his hips, grinding his bum against Damon’s groin. “Let’s go before I change my mind,” he said, knowing that if Micha carried on doing what he was doing then they weren’t going to get anywhere.
With a crack Damon disapparated, taking Micha with him; though not removing his hands, even upon reaching their destination. Instead he continued to lavish attention upon the nape of his mate’s neck, suckling at the skin until Micha had a lovely purple bite mark.
“Are you going to let me see where here is?” Micha asked playfully as he bit his lip, stifling a moan. Damon simply chucked, finally lowering his hands so that Micha could see where he had been brought, wrapping his arms around his mate’s waist instead.
The submissive opened in his eyes, blinking as he looked around with confusion. However, as his brain caught up with his eyes, he realised what it was he was looking at. “A Chocolate factory?” Micha asked with a laugh, looking at Damon in disbelief and the back at the huge building in front of them. “You actually brought me to a chocolate factory?”
“Yep,” Damon said proudly, loving the reaction that he was getting from his submissive mate. He had been mulling over what they could possibly do for Valentine’s Day ever since their rather successful trip to the funfair.
“Harry is going to be SO jealous,” Micha said happily, grabbing Damon’s hand in his own, pressing a quick kiss to his mate’s lips and starting to drag him towards the main doors. “I bet they have all kinds of chocolate in there,” Micha said, half to himself, his voice quick with excitement. “Dark chocolate, milk chocolate, white chocolate; caramel flavoured, orange flavoured, mint flavoured…”
“I am sure they do,” Damon agreed, a grin on his face, allowing himself to be pulled inside the reception area. He dreaded to think how much it was going to cost him to get Micha out of the gift shop after their tour, but he knew it would be completely worth it; he really did love spoiling his mate.
“Good afternoon, sirs,” a lady behind the reception desk greeted with a warm smile on her face. “How can I help you today?”
“Two tickets please,” Damon answered before Micha had a chance to.
“Two adults,” she said with a nod as she entered it into her system. “There is space on the next tour, starts in ten minutes.”
“Sounds great,” Damon said, wrapping an arm around Micha’s waist when it looked like his mate was about to dart off to go explore. “You heard her,” he whispered to his mate, “two adults; try to behave like one,” he added teasingly, making Micha chuckle.
“That’s eighteen pounds ninety,” she said, clearly trying not to actively watch the two men in front of her, and seeming reluctant to disturb the moment between the two of them.
Damon reached into the back pocket of his jeans, handing over a twenty pound note, before pressing a kiss to Micha’s temple. “Don’t worry, trouble, I am going to get you plenty of supplies before we leave here,” he said, seeing that Micha was eyeing the gift shop, which was visible through a doorway across the reception area.
“You should try the cherry and chilli flavoured,” the reception lady said. “It’s surprisingly good,” she added when the two werewolves turned to look at her. “I might be biased, but I personally love the selection box they do.”
“Thanks,” Micha said happily, turning to look at Damon, pressing himself to his mate’s chest as he smiled sweetly up at the older man.
Damon sighed, knowing that he had no defences at all against those big purple eyes when they looked at him like that. “Yes we can look at these selection boxes,” he agreed, trying not to let his amusement show too much. “After the tour,” he added, chuckling when the submissive pouted.
“If you want to go wait in the area just off to the left the tour should start soon,” the lady told them, and Damon realised that there was another couple just arriving, looking to buy tickets. He nodded his thanks to the receptionist as they headed over to where she had indicated, taking a seat near where a few others were already seated, Micha cuddling into his side.
“Do we have to worry about people thinking we’re disgusting here?” Micha asked innocently after a few minutes, from where he was cuddled into his mate, looking up at him with wide, questioning eyes.
“Why do you ask that?” Damon questioned, looking down at Micha with worry.
“That lady at the funfair, it isn’t going to happen again here is it?” Micha asked and Damon simply smiled softly at his mate before pressing a kiss to his lips.
“I hope not,” Damon said gently, “but let's just try and have fun. Today is about the two of us, no one else and look,” Damon said smiling, “we’re being called forward. Are you ready, trouble?”
Micha nodded eagerly, getting to his feet and pulling Damon with him, keen to get to the front of the gathering crowd, which was minimal considering that it was early afternoon on a Wednesday. Micha was like an excitable child as they cuddled together and walked in unison towards the doors that would lead them into the depths of the chocolate factory and the start of the tour.
FGHP
Damon had been highly amused by Micha’s awed reactions to the huge machines that made up the production line. Though the dominant had to admit that he too had never quite seen the like of them before. The one that rotated the moulds for the hollow chocolate characters and shapes, which the factory produced mostly for seasonal times of year, seemed to be particularly fascinating to Micha.
The tour guide had actually strongly encourage Micha to move along at several points; Damon had noticed that none of the muggles had seemed quite as interested in the production of the simple bars of chocolate as his wonderful submissive had been.
“Damon, look. Look, Damon,” Micha said, tugging on his sleeve and pointing his attention up into one of the trees off to their left.
They had just come out of the packing area of the factory and had been led through an airlock, into a room that was significantly warmer than the rest of the building had been. It was climate controlled apparently, heated to ensure optimum growth of the cocoa beans.
“What?” Damon asked, trying to follow where his mate was indicating.
“There,” Micha said, pressing his back against Damon’s chest, so that the dominant could follow where he was trying to point to, “right at the top.”
“Ah, yes, I see,” Damon told him, having spotted the large yellow coloured blob up near the top of the tree.
“As you can probably see, if you look carefully,” the tour guide said, “that we have a few cocoa beans growing in here at the moment. However, it is very difficult to get the conditions just right, and so we only manage to get a few beans each year, so these are just for show. All the beans that go into our chocolate are imported and of the highest quality.”
“Highest quality,” Micha said quietly as he turned to face Damon. “That sounds like something we shall have to test for ourselves.”
“And by we, I assume you actually mean you,” Damon said with a knowing smile.
“If you follow me,” the tour guide went on, “we have some samples for you to try.”
“Nope, this time I will let you eat some too,” Micha said, taking Damon’s hand and walking backward a few paces, pulling his mate with him.
“Only because you know that there will be lots of samples to try,” Damon countered with a roll of his eyes. “I know you well enough to know how protective of your chocolate supplies you are; attempts to get you to share might be at risk of the loss of a limb.”
“You wound me with your words,” Micha said with an exaggerated gasp, his hand pressed to his heart. “I would never remove any of your limbs; I have found them to be rather… useful,” he added with a definitely salacious smirk.
“Well when we are done here, and we have stocked up on chocolate supplies, perhaps we could make use of all these limbs,” Damon suggested, wiggling his fingers as he stepped towards Micha, pressing a teasing kiss to his mate’s lips.
“This way please,” the tour guide said in a tone of impatience, and Damon had learned by now that that was code for ‘you are being too slow and are holding up the rest of the tour group’.
“Come on, Marshmallow,” Micha said excitedly, “chocolate.” Damon laughed as he really was half dragged into the exit airlock where the tour guide was standing waiting for them.
Micha, in his excitement, practically fell into the next room; it was fortunate that Damon had been close enough behind him to be able to catch him before he hit the floor. The dominant’s hands took hold of his mate’s hips to steady the younger man, who was blushing furiously at his own clumsiness.
“Oops,” Micha said bashfully, turning to look at Damon, feeling rather awkward; however, his mate only had smiles for him and kisses. A few of the other members of the tour were whispering amongst themselves, saying how cute they were as a couple, which only made Damon’s heart soar higher.
The other people on the tour had gathered over near a tall bench table, which had a few small dishes upon it. Given that they were helping themselves to the contents, Damon assumed that these were the chocolate samples that had been mentioned.
Ensuring that Micha was on his feet and able to stand unaided, Damon released his mate but not before pressing a quick kiss to his lips. Together the two of them headed for the sample table where the submissive’s eyes went wide with the amount of choice laid out in front of him. Instantly Damon spotted the cherry and chilli that the receptionist had mentioned to them, labelled with a small sign so they knew what they were trying. He picked up a small piece and instructed Micha to open his mouth.
With a lick of his lips, that was far more suggestive than Micha even realised, he did as he was told, the dominant male putting the treat on his tongue. However, before Damon could withdraw his fingers, Micha gave them a little nip as he began to suck upon the weirdly flavoured sweet.
“Oh wow,” Micha moaned around the chocolate, as the flavour melted on to his tongue sending him to heaven; he even closed his eyes and moaned again, fully aware that Damon was watching him very carefully. “This is amazing, you have to try it!”
Micha picked up a piece of the cherry and chilli chocolate, going to pop it into Damon’s mouth but the dominant took hold of his wrist, not allowing Micha to withdraw his hand. Instead, Damon took Micha’s index finger into his mouth, sucking on it rather suggestively causing the younger man to turn beetroot red.
Over the next half an hour the two of them tried all manner of flavours of chocolates, including orange and almond, and then lavender and cardamom, which neither of them liked much, finding it too floral. It was the mango and coconut which was swiftly becoming Damon’s favourite. Micha, however, had a fondness for cranberry and raspberry, but he had declared rather stubbornly that it could never replace caramel chocolate in his heart, and their version of it was particularly good.
“If you head over towards this door,” the tour guide said with a beaming smile and a gesture off to one side of the room, “then you’ll exit into our gift shop, where you can purchase souvenirs of your visit and also as much chocolate as you can carry home with you.”
Micha’s face had lit up too because he was pretty sure that between him, Damon and a few expanding charms on their pockets they would be able to carry an awful lot home with them. Damon allowed himself to be dragged into the gift shop by a rather excitable Micha, only hoping that he had brought enough muggle money because Micha was going to be leaving with everything that he wanted.
FGHP
“Clayton is soooooo romantic,” Astoria said with a sigh, as she took a seat in the library, Romy and Luna taking seats across the table from her.
“You’re so lucky, Romy,” Luna said, nodding her agreement. She could see that her friend really liked Clayton, even if she wasn’t ready to admit it yet; though Luna suspected that Romy was starting to admit it to herself at least.
Romy gave her a wry smile; she still felt a little bit unsure about her decision to give Clay a chance and found she didn’t particularly want to talk to anyone about it just yet. “Well are you ever going to tell Theo that it was you who sent him his card, Luna?” Romy asked, wanting to change the subject.
“I never said that it was,” Luna said with a silly smile on her face. A look of surprised understanding crossed Astoria’s face as she put two and two together, suddenly realising how Romy had known who Theo’s card had been from; only Luna could have made something that unusual and she felt a little stupid for not having worked it out before.
“Who did you send one to?” Romy asked addressing Astoria, sure that her friend would have sent one to someone.
“Now that would be telling,” Astoria said, trying to ignore the blush she could feel rising in her cheeks. “I can’t believe Clay sang for you!” she said, preferring the focus to be on Romy, given she was already second guessing the Valentine’s she had sent.
“And that gift,” Luna said with a dreamy smile, “it was so thoughtful of him.”
“Most boys aren’t that thoughtful,” Astoria agreed. She had sent a card to Clay anonymously, though she was never going to tell the others that; it would be her secret and she would take it to her grave. She knew how much Clay meant to Romy and she didn’t actually have any intention of coming between the two of them.
“Yeah, I’m so lucky that he humiliated me in front of the whole school,” Romy said sarcastically, rolling her eyes. “Least Draco did it in private,” she mumbled, pulling out her books and dropping them onto the table.
“Draco too?” Astoria asked, her eyes wide, as she leaned on the table. She wasn’t quite sure how she felt about this new information; though if Romy was going to start something with Draco, maybe her chances with Clay weren’t as far-fetched as she had believed.
“Wow, you have been busy!” Luna said calmly, a knowing look in her eyes, as though she was not surprised by the revelation at all.
“Just don’t tell my sister, she’s mad on him,” Astoria said firmly. She really didn’t want to see Daphne hurt and she already knew that her sister was struggling to see how close Draco had got to Harry, Clayton and Romy; it would really upset her if Romy took up a relationship with Draco.
“I had no idea,” Romy said, looking at Astoria for a few seconds. “Well it doesn’t matter either way,” she said dismissively with a wave of her hand, before opening one of the books in front of her. “It was only a kiss and there was no chemistry, nothing; we are not meant to be.”
“What’s it like to kiss Clay?” Astoria asked. She was kind of curious, given she would probably never get a chance to find out for herself; but she also wanted to see if she could get Romy to admit her feelings.
“I’ll let you know when I do,” Romy said, glaring at her friend lightly. She didn’t appreciate how they all just assumed that she had kissed Clayton. It wasn’t like she went around kissing boys all of the time. Sure today she’d kissed Draco and also been serenaded by Clay but that was not a regular day.
“You haven’t?” Luna asked, meeting Romy’s eyes, challenging her to be honest.
“Aside from that one time in the library,” Romy conceded, turning her glare to Luna. “Which doesn’t count,” she insisted, when her two friends shared a smug look with each other.
“He did all that for you and you’ve never even had a proper kiss?” Astoria asked, wondering what it was that Romy was waiting for, because there was no doubt that Clayton would be more than happy to make it happen.
“He is kind of my adopted cousin,” Romy said, shaking her head. She might have accepted that she was going to give Clay a chance but that didn’t mean that she needed her friends trying to wade in and give their two knuts on everything.
“Oh like that matters, it isn’t like you’re related by blood,” Astoria said with wave of her hand. “My parents are cousins too,” she added with a shrug as the other two turned to look at her in surprise. “They wanted to keep the bloodline pure,” she explained with another shrug; it wasn’t as though it had ever been a particularly big deal.
“I don’t suppose you have the Guide to Jupiter’s Moons?” Hermione interrupted. “I can’t find it anywhere.”
“Why would we, you’re older than all of us, none of us are in your year. Why would we have that book?” Romy asked, giving Granger a disparaging look of annoyance. She didn't like the fact that the Gryffindor girl had thought it alright to just interrupt them.
“You’re a smart girl, Romy; I thought you might have checked it out for some light reading. I don’t suppose you can help me look for it?” Hermione asked and Romy narrowed her eyes at the older girl, getting rather suspicious of this behaviour. “Two pairs of eyes are better than one,” Hermione added by way of explanation when Romy made no move to get up and help her look.
“Fine, if it gets you to leave us alone any faster, I’m all for it,” Romy said finally with a sigh, getting to her feet in a bit of a huff. She really had very limited patience today and she didn’t want to be dealing with Hermione. The Gryffindor pointed in the direction they needed to go and Romy went first, Hermione following in her wake; Luna and Astoria briefly watched them go before going back to their conversation about the events of Valentine's Day and who they thought had sent cards and to whom.
It didn’t take long before Romy realised that looking for a book had only been the bait that Hermione had laid for her and what the Gryffindor really wanted was to talk to her. Now Romy didn't mind talking, she preferred that to violence most of the time, but something about this girl got her back up. She wasn't sure if she just didn't like Hermione as a person or whether it was because the Gryffindor clearly had a thing for Clayton; either way, Romy didn't like her and didn't particularly want to talk to her.
“Enjoy your time of the month?” Hermione asked, sounding almost conversational as she spoke, not looking at the younger girl, keeping her focus on the shelves of books as she ran her fingers over some of the tomes as if genuinely looking for a particular title. Romy stopped in her tracks, turning to glare at the older girl, not liking where this conversation was going.
“I don’t know what you mean,” Romy said adamantly, overly aware that they were completely alone in this section of the library. Apparently the other students had better things to be doing on Valentine's Day than studying and the library was even quieter than it would usually have been. It unsettled her that the two of them were so isolated, Hermione was a smart witch but Romy was stronger, faster too; if it came down to a fight then Romy knew that she was going to be the likely victor.
“Yes you do. I know what you are,” Hermione said, her voice almost sing song as she spoke, annoyingly so as she turned to face the young werewolf, smiling sweetly. Romy clenched her fists so tightly that her knuckles turned white, wanting to punch the girl in the face, but she knew that it would not be the smart thing to do; in fact, it would be a very Clay thing to do now she thought about it. Keeping this in mind, Romy took a deep breath and tried very hard to keep a handle on her temper.
“And yet, even with that speculation as to what we are, you still can’t stop ogling Clay,” Romy retorted. “You seem to know what we are and yet you’re still all loved up with him,” she said somewhat smugly, shaking her head in disbelief.
“Jealous?” Hermione challenged and Romy narrowed her eyes to glare at the other girl. She hadn’t liked her much to begin with but now Hermione was just plain annoying. If Hermione really did know what they were then they were in serious trouble if she decided to say anything to anyone.
Romy snorted. “Of you? Hardly,” she said with a roll of her eyes. “Find your own damn book, Granger,” the younger girl said, turning to walk away, having had enough of the conversation. If she had any hope of not lashing out at the infuriating girl then she needed to take the high road and walk away before she did something that she would later regret.
“Back off from him or I’m going to tell everyone what you are,” Hermione said to Romy’s retreating back, causing the young werewolf to stop and turn to look at the bushy haired girl once more, this time with fire in her dark blue eyes.
“Back off him?” Romy asked with a laugh. “I think you should be having this conversation with him, I’m not the one that needs to back off. Trust me; I’ve been trying to get him to back off for months.”
“You really think you are so special,” Hermione sneered at the other girl. “You treat him like you do and you think he isn’t going to get bored with you. He might think you are all cute,” Hermione said, stepping forward, deliberately looking down to emphasise how much taller than Romy she was, “and interesting for now, but trust me,” she said with a sly smile, “he will realise how good I am for him.”
Romy really couldn’t help it, Hermione was just saying all the wrong things; she barely even remembered lifting her hand, but the tingling in her palm, the sound of the hit and the sight of Hermione’s shocked expression made it totally worthwhile. She knew deep down that she shouldn't have done it but damn, it had felt amazing.

FGHP
Slightly preoccupied with his own thoughts, Harry was rather surprised when he came into the library and saw Romy just returning to her seat, looking rather pleased with herself. She was sat with Astoria and Luna, and Harry gauged them to be a minimal distraction to the task he wanted to complete and so decided to join them.
He planned to write a letter to Lukas and one to Micha; he wanted to share with them what Clay had done for Valentine’s Day and thank the latter for the card he had received. There was also so much going on in his mind that he wanted a simple task to focus on for a while and he had already finished all of his homework.
As he sat down he noticed the Granger girl skulking in the shadows of the towering library shelves, a scowl on her face as she glowered at Romy’s back, rubbing at her cheek. Romy was happily chatting away to Luna and Astoria; she had only briefly smiled at him as he had sat down so Harry just made a mental note to ask her later.
With the three girls in full flow with their conversation Harry reached down into his bag to retrieve his quill and parchment. At the bottom of his bag was the unopened Valentine’s card that he hadn’t felt like opening that lunchtime.
Thinking he could probably do with a laugh, Harry picked up the envelope; it was no different from any other envelope, there was nothing remarkable about it at all, except someone had drawn a heart over where they had sealed it. Cute.
Half listening to Romy and half thinking about what he was going to say to his pack brothers in his letters, Harry opened the envelope, not even looking at the contents as it spilled out over his hand. Luna, who was sitting closest to Harry was the first to smell the burning skin.
Romy was next, just a second later, gasping in horror and unable to form words. Astoria was the one who screamed, all of their reactions confusing Harry who had no idea what was going on. Romy reached forward, hitting the envelope out of Harry’s hands and in the process getting whatever had hurt Harry over her skin as well, which immediately started to bubble and blister, turning an angry shade of red.
She hadn’t got as much on her hand as Harry had, the submissive male now looking at his hands in utter bemusement. He couldn’t understand what had happened; it was just an envelope, a Valentine’s Day card.
“Aconite,” Romy said, her breathing harsh as she tried to control herself. “It has to be,” she said, tears streaming down her cheeks at the pain in her hands. She had never had contact with the deadly plant before and after this she hoped never to again.
“You have to go to the medical wing,” Astoria said, looking at the pair of them with concern and staying back, not wanting to get into contact with something that could blister and burn skin so easily, not knowing that Aconite was only going to harm Harry and Romy. “Who would send such a thing?”
“I have a fair idea,” Harry said bitterly, quickly pulling the card the rest of the way out of its envelope and pinning the card, which had fallen on the table, open with a single finger. A growl escaped his throat when he saw the message inside.
'Roses are red, violets are blue; one day, Harry Prince, I’m going to kill you. Enjoy the little gift I found especially for you; try not to miss me too much, you disgusting little beast. I'll be seeing you again soon.'
“Zabini,” Harry hissed under his breath, having recognised the handwriting; that, and this was completely Blaise’s style. Harry was really wishing that Clay had killed the former Slytherin boy when he had had the chance to do so. Fenrir was going to be furious when he found out about this.
“I’ll clear this up, Harry” Luna said kindly, gesturing to the card and envelope on the table, “you should really take Romy to the medical wing.” It was clear that the boy wasn’t going to go for his own sake, but she thought it likely that he would for his pack sister; and sure enough Harry went to get to his feet.
“Don’t touch it, Luna!” Astoria almost shrieked, drawing all of their attention to her. She had no clue that the poison that had spilled from the card couldn't hurt her; she didn't know that Romy and Harry were different and she didn't want Luna to get hurt.
“Go,” Luna said to Harry and Romy again, before turning back to Astoria. “I will be fine, but it is nice to be worried over,” she said with a soft, dreamy smile. She knew their secret, she recognised it as a poison that could only hurt werewolves; she knew that she was safe.
“Come on, Romy,” Harry said, linking his arm through Romy’s and wincing at the sight of her injured hands as the two of them headed for the exit, both of them missing Hermione smirking with satisfaction from where she was partially concealed by the bookshelves. “Sorry,” he said softly; he felt so guilty that she had been hurt by a malicious act intended for him.
“You’re sorry?” Romy asked with a half sniffle, half laugh. “Look at your hands Harry, mine have barely been touched.” Though she could admit to herself that it really was quite painful; regardless of how little aconite had actually touched her skin. It was something that just made her very glad that Harry couldn’t feel pain because he was far more severely injured.
“Yeah but I can’t feel it,” Harry pointed out. “You can,” he said, his voice heavy with guilt and sadness; he hated to see any of his loved ones hurt, and he hadn’t missed the way that Romy was holding her hands, and the tears in her eyes.
“Someone should find and tell Clay,” Romy said, knowing that her cousin would beat himself up for not protecting them either way and would only be even more upset if they didn’t contact him right away.
“I’m sure Luna or Astoria will find him for us,” Harry reassured her; he actually thought it was probably best that his best friend didn’t see them until they had been healed because otherwise Clay might have wanted to track down Blaise and finish off what he started, by killing him in the most brutal way possible. Clay had already killed one man with his bare hands because they had hurt Romy and Harry doubted that he would hesitate to do it again. “Let’s just get to the hospital wing,” he suggested, leading them out of the Library.
“I bet Fenrir and my Dad will be thrilled to know we’ve been injured again,” Romy pointed out with a sigh. Things really did always seem to happen to Harry; it worried her actually because she knew that she, Clay and the rest of the pack couldn’t always be around to protect him; that much had already been shown to be true.
Harry groaned. “I hadn’t even thought of that, that’ll be fun. Though maybe it’ll even mean Fenrir comes to see me again,” he added a moment later with a small smile, thinking that there was at least one plus point to all of this.
“Well as long as you’re looking on the bright side,” Romy said with a roll of her eyes though she did find it a little amusing that this was the first thing that came to Harry’s mind. He really did astound her sometimes.
“I miss him,” Harry said sadly, speaking the truth. He really hated the fact that he had to be away from his mate. He loved his Dad and wanted to save him from the hell that Dumbledore was inflicting upon him but sometimes Harry just wanted to be back in the territory, curled up in his mate’s arms and never think about any of it again.
“If you had the choice…” Romy began but Harry shook his head, silently pleading with her not to ask that question, not to continue with what she was going to say.
“There isn’t any point, Romy,” Harry told her, now fighting back tears of his own. “If my Dad wasn’t being held prisoner, if I hadn’t made that vow, if the prophecy hadn't been made, if Voldemort hadn’t killed my Mum, if I hadn’t been a werewolf; my whole life is made up of those questions. I can’t change anything, so I just have to deal with it.”
“But you don’t have to deal with it alone,” Romy said, trying to sound supportive.
“And I’ll forever be grateful for that,” Harry said with a smile as they reached the doors to the hospital wing, not really wanting to go inside but knowing that they didn't have any other choice. His hands were badly burnt now and Romy was clearly in a lot of pain. “Ready for this?” he asked and Romy just smiled at him.
“As I’ll ever be,” she returned, still cradling her hands close to her body, desperate for the pain to go away.
FGHP
Fenrir was frowning at a piece of parchment that had been roughly folded in half; he really didn’t understand all this Valentine’s Day stuff, but it seemed to mean something to Harry if the makeshift card, reading ‘Happy Valentine’s Day, Wolfie’, was anything to go by. The others too, seemed to be caught up in it all. It was all rather strange in his opinion.
He wasn’t sure where Jenson and Callie had gone for most of the day but it seemed to have exhausted Callie completely and she was taking a nap, Jenson sat beside her, watching over her rather protectively. Lukas, Damon and Micha were nowhere to be seen, he wasn’t sure where they’d all gone but he knew it had something to do with this whole Valentine’s Day nonsense.
Tessie was reading by the fire; she had curled up under a blanket and got lost in a novel that Lukas had brought her a few weeks back at her request. It was peaceful and oh so quiet with the majority of the pack absent and Fenrir found that he missed the noise.
Most of the time he would have hacked off his left arm for some silence but now he had it he found that he missed the noise and commotion that having a big pack meant. As soon as Harry was ready there would be children and Fenrir knew he should make the most of the quiet while he had it but it unnerved him a little if he were honest with himself.
“Alpha,” Jenson said, decisively getting to his feet, wanting to make use of this opportunity to speak with Fenrir while the others were all otherwise occupied or absent.
“Jenson,” Fenrir returned as his Beta came up to him. He had been sat by the fire, lost in his thoughts and thinking about Harry; he hadn’t been expecting to be interrupted, though he was not annoyed about it.
“I was hoping we could talk… in private,” Jenson said, still trying to think of the best way to word what he wanted to say.
“We are not leaving the clearing,” Fenrir stated bluntly. He really didn’t care how much his Beta wanted to talk privately, he wouldn’t agree to leaving Callie and Tessie unprotected.
“I don’t think that will be necessary,” Jenson assured him; he wouldn’t want to leave the women there alone either, but felt that he needed to make it clear the level of discretion this matter required.
Nodding, Fenrir got to his feet and the two of them headed away from the fire. Tessie only glanced up briefly to acknowledge that they were heading away from her; however, she had faith in them and knew that they wouldn’t leave the two of them alone and so quickly turned back to what she was reading.
Neither of the two men were very talkative in everyday life so the silence was familiar, but slightly tense; Jenson still didn’t really know where to start and Fenrir was just waiting for the other man to speak.
“I took Callie to St Mungo’s today,” Jenson said after a few minutes of walking the edge of the clearing, the Alpha turning to look at him, the obvious question in his expression. “She’s pregnant, about nine weeks along,” he went on.
“Pregnant?” Fenrir asked in surprise, turning to look at his Beta, who nodded in response. The timing was certainly far from ideal and he would have preferred to focus their efforts on protecting Harry, but now they would have to take extra care to ensure Callie’s safety as well.
“We were as surprised as you are,” Jenson added, not wanting Fenrir to think that they had made things deliberately more difficult for the pack. “That said, we are happy about this, we want this baby.”
Fenrir remained silent for a moment before nodding his head. There wasn’t much that he could say; he wasn’t against expanding the pack in this way, he wanted his own children. Though it wasn’t exactly the best timing, they would manage.
“I just thought you should know,” Jenson said, not sure how to read the Alpha’s lack of response. Though the sullen silence was something he recognised, it wasn't as if he had expected for the large Alpha wolf to jump for joy and congratulate them. In fact, Jenson would have been more concerned if Fenrir had done that.
“Yes,” Fenrir said in agreement. “Now I know.”
“Could we just keep it between us for now though,” Jenson requested. “Callie is just worried that something is going to go wrong and it would just be a lot easier for all of us if the others didn’t know yet,” he explained. Truthfully he wanted to shout it from the rooftops, that his mate was carrying his child, but he would respect Callie’s wishes on this front.
“Fine,” Fenrir said with a nod; he thought that actually keeping this quiet for the time being was probably for the best anyway, given they all had enough to worry about as it was.
“Thank you,” Jenson said sincerely, before silence fell between them again as they walked. He silently gave thanks when a moment later he saw Callie stirring, glad for a good reason to leave the awkward pause between them. “I should check on her,” he said gesturing towards where his mate was lying near the fire.
Fenrir just grunted and nodded; he really still didn’t understand why his pack members would always explain where they were off to at the end of their conversations; as long as they didn’t leave the clearing it was fine with him. “I am going to check the boundaries,” he told Jenson.
“Sure thing, my Alpha,” Jenson said with a nod. “I’ll keep watch here,” he promised, heading over to check on Callie and watch over the clearing until Fenrir returned.
FGHP
Damon had planned on a romantic dinner to round their day off, but he was second guessing himself on this one. Micha had eaten so much chocolate that he was practically humming with energy and the older of the two doubted that the submissive would be able to sit down for five minutes, let alone for an entire meal. He also didn’t think that their attire was entirely appropriate for the fancy restaurant that he had picked out and they really didn’t have time to go shopping.
Now that he thought about it more carefully, he wasn’t entirely sure that Micha really fit in a fancy restaurant with Michelin stars. He didn’t want his mate to feel uncomfortable and thought that it was probably for the best if they forewent their dinner reservations; however, he didn’t want their day to be over, though he was at a loss of where to go now.
“How about we find a nice park to go walk in, trouble,” Damon suggested, thinking that somewhere outside was probably for the best, while Micha came down from his sugar high; he didn’t think that other people could really handle his mate’s high energy like he could.
“Mhmmm, we could probably find a nice secluded spot to make love,” Micha suggested with a grin, pressing himself against Damon’s front. “I am sure we can find a nice wooded area, away from prying eyes,” he went on.
“Micha, we live in a forest, we can do that any day,” Damon said with a laugh and a shake of his head. “I want today to be special.”
“Well okay then, I guess we better find somewhere different in that case,” Micha ploughed on. “We could be really naughty,” he said, his voice a whisper, as he pressed kisses to Damon’s jaw, “we could go to… a hotel; I hear they have beds and everything.”
“Hmm,” Damon hummed, “and who do you suppose will pay for such a thing?” Damon teased, his tone light hearted. He hadn’t expected for Micha’s face to fall and his eyes to take over a horrified expression.
“I didn’t mean… I’m sorry, I shouldn’t have assumed, I’m sorry, you’ve done so much for me already and… I’m sorry,” Micha rambled.
“Oh, trouble, my daft, perfect mate,” Damon said quite seriously, wrapping his arms around his submissive and holding him close. “I was joking,” he assured him, pressing a kiss to his temple. “Now, about this hotel…”
“No, we really don’t have to,” Micha insisted; he felt really guilty, like he had cornered Damon into the whole idea and he had no way of paying his way. He realised that perhaps he had been relying too much of the others in the pack to support him and he made a mental note to look into possible jobs sometime in the future.
“I want to,” Damon said seriously. “Now just shut up and let me spoil you,” he added in a far more teasing tone.
“I wish I could pay for things sometimes,” Micha grumbled unhappily.
“Trouble," Damon said, resting his forehead against Micha's, "I have enough money to keep you in caramel chocolate and candy floss for the rest of your life, so don’t worry.”
“Well… I do really like chocolate,” Micha said, looking a bit unconvinced. “And it wouldn’t really be fair that I just spend your money,” he went on, “maybe I could get a job or something.”
“I would really rather you just let me take care of you, trouble” Damon said with a frown, not liking that Micha was talking about finding work. He was all for Micha’s independence but there were so many threats against their pack at the moment, he was worried that his mate wouldn’t be safe.
“Is this because I’m a submissive?” Micha asked, scowling at his mate.
Damon sighed. “Not completely,” he said honestly, knowing that he would have been just have worried about Micha if he was another dominant. “I just need to know you’re safe and going out to a job is a risk you don’t need to take. I really wish you would just let me spoil you rotten; I love being able to give you everything you want.”
Micha’s face softened into a gentle smile, as he went up on tiptoes and pressed his lips against Damon’s. “Silly dominant,” he said affectionately.
“Yes, I am,” Damon agreed with a chuckle, kissing Micha back. “Can you let me appease my dominant wolf, let me take care of you?”
Micha tapped a finger on his chin as he pretended to give it some serious thought. “Hmmm,” he hummed. “I suppose I can play along with that, for today at least.” He appreciated Damon’s desire to keep him safe, but he was still going to look into possible jobs when he got the chance.
“Excellent,” Damon told him, stealing a kiss from his mate’s lips, ignoring the fact that Micha had said he would simply play along for today. He knew his mate well enough to know the discussion wasn’t over, but anything else he would deal with when it came to it.
“There was a hotel back that way,” Micha said, pointing back along the street they had just walked along.
“Oh no,” Damon said with a smug grin, “if I am spoiling you, then we are doing this properly. I am going to take you to a beautiful hotel that has all the bells and whistles.”
“Hotels have bells and whistles?” Micha asked, looking at his mate in confusion.
Damon laughed. “Oh, Micha,” he said, kissing his mate again before resting their foreheads together, he really did love his mate’s clueless moments. “It was a figure of speech, trouble; I just meant that we are going to find a high end hotel.”
“Oh… okay then,” Micha said, as Damon took him by the hand, leading him down a small alley between two buildings. His dominant wrapped strong arms around him and kissed him before apparating them once more.
FGHP
“Wow, okay, I guess high end means expensive,” Micha said with a low whistle as he looked around the impressive lobby. He had only really been inside buildings a few times in his life and he had certainly never seen anything like this; Hogwarts had been vast, but this was a whole different kind of impressive.
“I have a few business connections here,” Damon said, his arm around Micha’s waist, keeping his mate close to his side as he led him over to the main desk. “Just trust me when I tell you I will get a very good deal.”
“Mr Danes,” the receptionist said, as they approached, “how can we help you today?”
“I know that it is very short notice, particularly given the day, but I don’t suppose you have any rooms free?” Damon asked the lady in uniform behind the desk.
“Let me just check for you, sir,” she said kindly with a nod, turning to her computer and typing a few things into the system.
“She knows you?” Micha asked in a whisper, looking up at his mate. “How?”
“Like I said, business connections here,” Damon said, pressing a kiss to Micha’s temple. “I think you will find a lot of people know me here.”
“You’re like really important,” Micha said with an awed whisper, looking at his dominant mate in an entirely new light.
“And yet I would give it all up in a heartbeat for you, Micha,” Damon said earnestly. “Nothing is more important to me than you and our family.”
“We don’t have any suites available, sir,” the lady said, before Micha had a chance to figure out what to say in response. “We do have a room, though. Would you like me to have a maid ensure that it is ready, sir?”
“No, thank you, Kelly,” Damon said, reading her name from her badge; given she had been courteous enough to use his name, he felt he should really use hers. “Just the key for the room will be fine.”
“Shall I inform the manager that you’re here, Mr Danes?”
“Oh, no, I don’t think that will be necessary,” Damon assured her. “Personal visit today, rather than a professional one,” he added, smiling fondly at Micha, who looked rather stunned by the whole thing.
Kelly had the decency to blush a little as Damon informed her that their visit was personal; however, she quickly made herself busy preparing the key for the room before they could notice. She had had the childish daydream that Mr Danes would notice her but now she realised why he had never looked twice.
The young man on his arm was certainly handsome, Kelly could clearly see what Mr Danes saw in him. She supposed that a wealthy, handsome and seemingly very kind man like Mr Danes could have whoever he wanted; she certainly knew she wasn’t the only employee at the hotel who had taken a liking to him.
“Your key, Mr Danes,” she said as she held out the access card. “Room four twelve, view over the lawn and lake.”
“There’s a lake?” Micha asked excitedly. “Can we swim in the lake?”
Damon laughed at the bewildered expression on Kelly’s face as he took the access card from her. “No, Micha, it is February, it would be freezing,” he said, already knowing that the cold wouldn’t actually keep his mate from jumping into the hotel’s lake given half a chance. “Besides…” he went on as he gave Kelly a nod of thanks and started to lead Micha towards one of the lifts, “I am sure we can find much more fun things to do than swimming in lakes.”
“Maybe later then?” Micha asked, with a grin. Though he too had things in mind for what they could do in their newly acquired room, things that had his stomach tying itself in knots with nerves.
“Maybe later,” Damon agreed, half laughing as he shook his head affectionately at his impossible mate.
FGHP
It took almost half an hour to get to the room. Micha had had to stop and stare at almost everything, he had been utterly fascinated by the elevator, insisting that muggles must be remarkably clever to invent such things, especially without the use of magic. On several occasions Damon had to remind his mate to keep his voice down out of fear they might be heard.
The dominant had never fully appreciated just how naive his mate was in regards to the world outside of their pack. Of course he knew that Micha had never really experienced the rest of the world but he did know that the submissive had travelled from pack to pack for a while. Really it was remarkable the shy, uncertain and entirely innocent young man had survived at all.
Micha had not yet spoken much about that time in his life but Damon was curious, though he was certain that that was not a conversation to be had on Valentine’s Day; tonight was going to be passionate and loving, it was not going to be a night for serious conversation.
“It’s so fluffy,” Micha said, and Damon turned to look at his mate. He couldn’t help the laugh that escaped him when the submissive came out of the bathroom literally cuddling one of the bathrobes.
“I think I would prefer you cuddling me,” Damon said as he began to unbutton the shirt that he had been wearing, almost instantly Micha dropped the bathrobe to the floor, clumsily trying to pull his own jumper over his head in such a hurry that it got all tangled and Damon had to step forward to help him. “Slow down, trouble,” he said, as he managed to free his submissive from the jumper, “we have all evening.”
“I know, I just…” Micha said, biting his lip. “I just got nervous,” he admitted, a light blush covering his cheeks. He was clumsy at the best of times, but that just got worse when he was anxious.
“Nervous?” Damon questioned, discarding Micha’s jumper onto a nearby chair. “What are you nervous about?” He wondered for a moment if Micha didn’t feel comfortable being in a hotel, but it had been his mate’s idea in the first place.
“I got you something for Valentine's Day, marshmallow,” Micha said, though he was still biting his lip nervously, daring himself to do it.
“You didn’t have too,” Damon said, reaching up and running a finger over Micha’s lip, freeing it from between his teeth before he could damage it. He wasn’t sure why whatever Micha had got him would have his mate so anxious, nor where his mate would have got him something either, now that he thought about it.
“I know, I wanted to,” Micha assured him, reaching out and running his fingers over Damon’s exposed chest.
“Okay,” Damon said slowly, “so what is it?” He was admittedly rather curious as to what Micha might have come up with to get him for Valentine’s Day.
“Well I made you a card, but I left that back at the clearing,” Micha said. “But there is something else too, something else I want to give you today and that’s what has me nervous and…”
“Micha,” Damon said, interrupting his mate’s familiar ranting that seemed to happen when the submissive couldn’t find the right words. “What did you get me?” he asked gently, looking straight into Micha’s beautiful purple eyes.
“Me,” Micha said, his breathing a little deeper than usual and he looked as though he half wanted to run away and hide.
“I thought I already had you,” Damon said, genuinely confused about what Micha meant.
“You do,” Micha assured his mate, looking up at Damon with wide purple eyes, pleading with him to catch on to what he was trying to say. “I want to give you all of me,” he said in little more than a whisper.
“I don’t understand,” Damon said gently, running the fingers of one hand through Micha’s soft blond tufts of hair.
“Kiss me and I’ll show you,” Micha said, pressing his body against Damon’s bare chest. He wasn’t sure he could actually find the words to tell his mate that he wanted to have sex, that he felt ready to try being the submissive partner, so he just hoped that Damon could figure out what he meant.
“Micha…” Damon said, finally cottoning on to what his submissive meant. He so wanted to believe that his mate was ready but he knew he would never forgive himself if they did have sex and then he found out later that Micha had changed his mind.
“No, please, Damon,” Micha said, holding onto his mate when Damon went to step back slightly. “I want to,” he assured him. “Don’t say anything, just kiss me; if you try and talk me out of this then I’ll get too nervous and I won’t do it and I want this; I want this so badly. I want to give myself to you, please.”
“Okay,” Damon said, silencing his mate with a soft kiss, surprised by Micha’s insistence. He wanted to be with his mate, to be inside him, but he had not thought that Micha would be ready for that any time soon. “We will try,” he agreed, feeling reassured that that was the right choice when his submissive broke into a beautiful smile at his words. “We will take this slow and if you feel uncomfortable at all you say stop and we stop.”
“I know, Marshmallow,” Micha said, nodding enthusiastically. He had always known that Damon wouldn’t agree straight away, but he had won him over a lot more easily than he had anticipated.
“One problem though, trouble,” Damon said with a moment of realisation, silently cursing his lack of forethought. “We didn’t bring lube; I didn’t exactly think we would need any at the chocolate factory.”
“And anyway, we could have always used some of the gallons of melted chocolate that they had there,” Micha said with an amused smile; he loved chocolate and he loved sex with Damon, surely mixing the two would only make both even better.
“That sounds like a really bad idea,” Damon said giving Micha a pointed look. “Let’s not try that.”
“Spoilsport,” Micha said with a chuckle. “So what do you suggest we do try?”
“It’s okay, we can just order some from room service,” Damon said, already envisioning the reactions that that would get. “Like you said, I’m important, I am sure they can find some for us.”
“They will bring stuff to us?” Micha asked, looking intrigued by this revelation. “Will they bring us anything we want?”
“Within reason,” Damon said, taking Micha’s hand and leading him over to the side of the bed. Encouraging the submissive to take a seat there, he pressed their lips together. “Love you,” he said softly as he broke the kiss, their faces close together, his breath brushing over Micha’s lips, which twitched into a smile.
“Love you too, marshmallow,” Micha said, wrapping his arms around Damon’s neck and stealing another kiss when his mate went to pull away. The action, however, unbalanced Damon and made him fall forwards, knocking Micha backwards onto the bed; both of them burst out laughing as Damon accidentally pinned Micha down against the covers.
“Oooh, it’s bouncy,” Micha said, a grin on his face as he wriggled underneath his mate. It had been a long time since he had last slept in a bed and he forgotten how different it felt to sleeping outside on hides like he usually did.
Micha could feel Damon growing hard as he wriggled against his dominant mate, with his heart racing and nerves making his stomach flutter he reached between them in an attempt to undress his mate.
“Stop trying to undress me,” Damon said in amusement as he lent down and kissed his submissive, giving him a playful nip to his bottom lip.
“But I want us naked,” Micha said with a cute pout which made Damon laugh.
“Do you really want to open the door to room service naked? Actually forget I asked,” Damon said when Micha opened his mouth to reply. “I don’t want anyone else seeing you naked unless they absolutely have to, I don’t want anyone trying to steal you away from me.”
“No one is ever going to steal me away from you,” Micha said stubbornly. “I love you too much to ever leave you.” He found it nearly impossible to imagine his life without Damon now, and he had no intentions of finding out what it would be like.
“Okay, well I don’t want them to even try,” Damon said. He was glad to hear that Micha wasn’t going anywhere but that didn’t mean he wanted anyone else looking at his beautiful mate and getting ideas.
“Please call room service, I really want this, I really, really want to do it now,” Micha said, thrusting his hips upwards to show Damon exactly how much he wanted it.
“Okay, trouble, but you have to let go of my neck,” Damon said pressing a chaste kiss to Micha’s lips before grinning down at him.
“Do I have to?” Micha asked cheekily.
“If you want lube I would recommend it,” Damon said with a smile, “it would be rather tricky to reach and use the phone from here. Though...” he added, looking a little smug, before wrapping his arms around his mate and lifting him into his arms.
“Damon!” Micha cried out in surprise, holding on tighter as he was suddenly swept up into his mate’s arms.
“This solves both our problems,” Damon said with a laugh. “And has the added advantage of letting me cuddle you while I make this call,” he said taking a seat in a chair next to the desk by the phone, Micha now sat in his lap.
“I do like cuddling,” Micha said happily, snuggling against his mate’s chest, nuzzling against his neck, as Damon picked up the phone and dialled.
It was a rather pleasurable distraction to have Micha kissing, sucking and nibbling at his neck as he ordered the lube rather hurriedly barking out the room number before slamming the receiver down. His little submissive was clearly rather turned on and very determined as well, something that Damon didn’t want to discourage.
If he hadn’t been so turned on himself then he would have felt immense pride that Micha felt that he was ready to do this; however, as it was, Damon was so turned on by his submissive mate offering himself up in such away, that it left very little room to feel anything else other than love.
“How long?” Micha gasped out as Damon took charge again, making his own mark upon Micha’s neck, knowing that he would be displaying one of his own thanks to his submissive mate’s enthusiastic efforts.
“Not long, trouble,” Damon said between kisses to Micha’s neck and jaw, his hands trailing across the submissive's bare chest, fingers grazing over erect nipples igniting low moans of pleasure from Micha. “Sadly not long enough for me to rid you of the rest of these clothes,” he added.
Micha, however, had no intention of being so patient and started to slip his fingers under Damon’s shirt, removing it from his mate’s shoulders. “I’m topless, so it is only fair you are too,” Micha said, when Damon gave him a pointed look. After a second of meeting his mate’s eyes, Damon surrendered the point and allowed his submissive to remove his already undone shirt.
“Someone will still have to answer the door,” Damon reminded his mate gently, wanting to make sure that he didn’t have to fight to keep his jeans on as he wasn’t wearing anything underneath them and his erection was painfully hard.
“Then they will be able to see all your beautiful muscles,” Micha said cheekily, running his hands over Damon’s chest, “and who’s going to be foolish enough to try and steal me away when they see how strong my mate is. Maybe I’ll be fighting to keep you with me.”
“No one on this earth is ever going to tempt me away from you, Trouble, you’re too perfect,” Damon assured his mate, who, despite only suggesting this in a light-hearted tone, knew that Micha needed that reassurance.
“They would have a fight on their hands if they did,” Micha said, a determined expression on his face. “I have been learning to fight remember,” he said, breaking into a smile again.
“I remember,” Damon said with a chuckle; it wasn’t that long ago that Micha had fought for himself and Callie, and that was still a painful memory that made his chest ache. “Hopefully you’re never going to need it again though,” Damon said pointedly, “I will be there to protect you, my perfect little trouble maker.”
Their cuddles while waiting for the lube had done exactly what Damon had hoped it might, calming Micha down and lessening his nerves. He could understand why the submissive was a little on edge; after everything that had happened to him, Damon would have been more concerned if he wasn’t a little scared of what they were about to do. However, their conversation seemed to have distracted Micha enough that he wasn’t thinking too hard about it anymore.
“Go and get in the shower, Trouble,” Damon instructed. “I’ll join you once we have lube,” he added before drawing Micha into a long, leisurely kiss that left them both breathless and a little light headed too. “Go on, I won’t be long,” Damon assured his mate when Micha looked sceptical.
In truth, Damon just needed a few moments to calm down. It was going to be a long, extremely pleasurable evening, he would be spending a lot of time preparing his precious mate for what was to happen as he didn’t want him to be hurt at all. However, he was painfully hard already and so close to orgasming that, if he didn’t take a moment, then the evening really wasn’t going to go how he wanted it to.
He watched as Micha made his way across the room, popping open the button on his trousers, moving his hips in an almost accidentally seductive way until they were nothing more than a crumpled pile of material on the floor, giving Damon a delicious view of his behind as he sauntered into the bathroom, closing the door over slightly, though leaving it slightly ajar so that the dominant male could hear when the water started to run.
Knowing that Micha was naked and dripping wet from the shower in just the next room was not going to do much to calm his racing heart or wither his aching erection. His mate was just too attractive and he was falling more and more in love with him every day.
A knock on the door pulled him from his thoughts and he pushed himself out of the chair. It was only the moment that he opened the door and saw Kelly standing there, looking a little stunned and embarrassed, that he realised, just too late, that he had completely forgotten to put his shirt back on.
“Your...erm… order, sir,” she said, holding out a small bag for him to take.
Damon tried very hard not to look too amused by the awkwardness of the moment, both of them very clearly aware of what the bag contained and what exactly was about to happen in the room. “No need to look quite so scandalised, Kelly,” Damon said with a wink as he accepted the bag from her. “We're not going to ask you to join us.”
“I’ll have you know, sir,” she replied, putting emphasis on the title, though she had a crooked half smile on her face, “I had to go get you this myself, everyone else was too embarrassed.”
“Well then I shall remember what a wonderful customer service you provide,” Damon said, “perhaps I should mention it to your manager, see if we can’t get you promoted.”
“I… erm… I think I would rather you didn’t do that, Mr Danes,” Kelly said, blushing even more. “I don’t think I want to really be known as the girl who got promoted because she had the courage to go buy… you know…”
“Yes, I could see how that could be awkward,” Damon agreed with a chuckle. “Thanks anyway.”
“No problem, sir,” Kelly said, turning to leave as he shut the door.
Alone in the room, Damon delved into the bag that Kelly had given him. Scooping out the lube and studying it carefully, he silently praised whatever deity would listen to a creature such as him that the receptionist had grabbed the waterproof lube. This would make his life so much easier, not to mention more enjoyable.
Pushing open the bathroom door, he found himself met with quite a sight; it was clear that Micha didn’t have much experience with muggle bathrooms because he hadn’t bothered to pull the shower screen across, not that Damon was complaining. The dominant leaned against the door frame, watching his mate.
Micha had his head tipped back letting the water from the shower flow over his entirely naked body, and as the submissive reached up and brushed his hair away from his face, Damon was able to admire Micha’s slender but toned body in all its glory. He appreciated the sight so much that he had to reach down to his own groin and rearrange himself in his jeans.
“I thought you were going to join me, not just watch,” Micha said, turning to look at Damon with a grin, brushing his wet hair away from his face again.
“I’m admiring the rather wonderful view,” Damon returned as he reached down to open his jeans, almost breathing a sigh of relief when he released his erection from it confines.
“Well if you joined me then I could do some admiring of my own,” Micha said, though Damon hadn’t missed the way that his mate’s eyes had followed his hand as it had undone the fastenings on his jeans.
“Well when you put it like that,” Damon said, pushing his jeans down over his hips and letting them fall to his ankles, removing his shoes as he stepped out of his jeans. Micha watched him, utterly mesmerised by the fluid movement of his mate’s body, enthralled with how Damon’s large erection bobbed slightly, as the dominant approached the bath.
“It doesn’t look like you need much convincing,” Micha said with an innocent smile, laughing happily when Damon climbed into the tub with him and used his whole body to pin Micha against the tiled wall. Micha could feel his mate’s erection pressing against him, his own hard between them too, as Damon pressed their lips together; the hot water pounded down upon them as their arms encircled each other, drawing them impossibly closer to one another.
“You still want this?” Damon asked, as he pulled back from their kiss and rested his forehead against Micha’s; the submissive muttered his confirmation, the word barely audible between them as the water splattered down heavily upon them. Micha was beyond nervous as he pushed his hips forward so that Damon could feel just how much he wanted it, to make his dominant aware that he wasn't having any second thoughts. “Then turn around, trouble.”
“Here? In the shower? Like this?” Micha asked a little fearfully. It was a little claustrophobic stood together like this in the bath, he could hardly move at all and he wasn’t sure he wanted his first time bottoming for Damon to be like this.
“Just to prepare you,” Damon reassured. “We will move to the bed before we do anything more. We can move to the bed first if you would rather though; I want you to be comfortable.”
“No, no, it’s okay,” Micha said, turning to face the wall, bracing himself against the tiles and deliberately pushing his arse back against Damon’s erection.
“You trust me to take care of you,” Damon said, wrapping his arms around Micha’s waist, pressing a kiss just above his ear.
“Yes,” Micha answered, despite it not really being a question. He trusted Damon in a way he wasn’t sure that he had ever trusted anyone else before. “I trust you,” Micha said, when Damon made no move to do anything else, wanting his mate to know that he was sure about what he wanted.
“I won’t hurt you, Micha,” Damon whispered into his mate’s ear. “You can still change your mind. Hell, you can change your mind whenever you want, I’ll still love you.”
“I won’t change my mind,” Micha said with certainty, his voice a little uneven but that was more nerves than not wanting to do it. “But I haven’t forgotten your rule; I say stop, you stop,” Micha added with a soft smile over his shoulder.
“You say stop, I stop,” Damon agreed, stealing another kiss as he unscrewed the cap from the lube, letting the lid fall into the tub, before squeezing some out onto his fingers. Micha gasped his fingers tensing against the tiled wall as Damon ran a digit between his arse cheeks, brushing over his entrance.
They had done this before, it was something that Micha had to keep reminding himself. Damon had done this to him before and they had both rather enjoyed it. Micha tried desperately to relax as his mate pressed a single finger against his entrance, putting a teasing pressure against the tight ring of muscle.
Micha shifted his foot carefully so as not to slip on the wet surface, spreading his legs further apart in a wordless invitation. Damon understood, pressing a kiss to Micha’s neck, as he pushed a single slicked digit into his mate’s body. “Just relax, trouble,” the dominant said as he moved his finger slowly, not wanting to rush things.
“More, Damon, more,” Micha said, pushing back against his mate slightly, moving his mate’s finger deeper. He had been worried that he would be pulled back into the terrible memories of what had been done to him, but the scent of his mate around him, and the sound of Damon’s voice, grounded him in the present, made him feel safe.
“Patience, trouble,” Damon said affectionately, though he began to move his finger more quickly. He tried to hide his slight amusement at how his mate was reacting, it certainly wasn’t lessening his erection any to hear the wanton moans escaping from Micha’s lips.
“Oh fuck,” Micha cried out as Damon brushed over the sensitive spot inside of him. His head went forward, colliding with the tiled wall in front of him as he gasped for breath at the waves of pleasure coursing through him from just a wiggle of Damon’s finger.
“Careful, trouble, I want you conscious, I’m not into somnophilia,” Damon said, slowing down his pace a little, not wanting Micha to hurt himself.
“If you weren’t doing that I’d so ask what the hell that means but right now I just don’t care, just please don’t stop!” Micha said, his words had a tone of pleading to them and were broken up somewhat by his rapid breathing; Damon only laughed at him.
“Not stopping any time soon,” Damon told him, adding more lube to his fingers before pushing a second finger in next to the first.
“Oh Merlin! Yes!” Micha said as the second digit pushed its way inside of him. Carefully he spread his legs a little further, desperate for more, the intensity of it almost too much as he tried to grasp at the tiled walls but found no traction, his fingertips gliding over the smooth surface with frustrating ease. “Bed, please, bed... bed now, please,” Micha begged.
“Because you want more or because you’re uncomfortable here?” Damon asked, teasingly still moving his fingers inside of his mate.
“More, lots more, I need you, please, more,” Micha gasped as Damon brushed over that sweet spot once again and his forehead went forward on to the tiles just as it had the first time.
“Okay, bed it is,” Damon agreed, pulling Micha back against his chest with his free hand. “But only because I’m afraid you’ll knock yourself out if we don’t,” Damon said with amusement as he withdrew from Micha, which caused a moan of complaint to slip from the younger man’s lips.
Reaching around Micha, Damon shut off the water, stepping out of the bath. He grabbed towels before turning to help Micha clamber out, keeping a firm grip on the younger man in fear that he would slip and hurt himself, something that Micha was rather prone to doing even when there wasn’t water covering a slippery, tiled floor.
Damon wrapped soft fluffy white towels around his mate, drying every inch of him, though paying close attention to his cock, balls and arse, loving the small sounds that escaped from his mate as he did this. Micha was nowhere near ready enough for Damon’s liking, they had a long way to go but at least this way there was minimal chance of Micha injuring himself.
Heading back into the bedroom, the two of them headed straight for the bed, dropping the towels onto the floor along the way. “On your back,” Damon said, helping Micha up onto the mattress, “I want to be able to watch you while I prepare you.”
“More…? But….” Micha went to protest; his erection was so hard he didn’t think he could take much more, he wanted to feel his mate inside him already.
“No, Micha, I won’t risk hurting you,” Damon said, cutting his mate off before Micha could say any more. He was so proud of the progress that they had made, and he was delighted that Micha wanted this so much, but he wouldn’t ever risk hurting Micha.
“I’m ready…” the submissive insisted. “You have prepared me…”
“No, trouble,” Damon said firmly. “I don’t mean to sound arrogant, but I am a lot bigger than two fingers; I will prepare you properly.”
“You are pretty big,” Micha agreed, reaching down between their bodies, wrapping his hand around Damon’s cock, stroking him teasingly. “I’d say three fingers, maybe four,” he added cheekily.
“Mhmm, quite so,” Damon hummed, “so lie back, Micha.” He pressed a kiss to his mate’s lips, as the submissive lay back on the bed, Damon leaning over him. He moved to Micha’s jaw, then nuzzled into his neck, leaving a hickey there. Slowly, listening to the beautiful gasps from Micha, he moved down the submissive's body, taking a moment to pay attention to his nipples, taking each one in turn and teasing it with teeth and tongue.
“Don’t tease,” Micha begged, “please don’t tease.” He was so close to the edge already and he wanted this all to last. “Inside me, please.”
“I love that expression on your face,” Damon said, watching his mate closely as he grabbed the lube that he had dropped onto the bed and slicked up his fingers once more. “Don’t hold yourself back, trouble, let me see what you feel,” he requested as he moved one of Micha’s legs over his shoulder and pushed two fingers back inside him.
“More, Damon,” Micha said firmly, trying to use the leg over Damon’s shoulder to bear down on the digits inside him. Damon complied, slipping a third finger in too. Micha gasped, his fingers grabbing hold of the duvet under him, and Damon instantly stilled, giving his mate a moment to get used to the intrusion. “It’s okay, move,” Micha said, his voice breathy as he spoke.
“If it’s too much…”
“If you dare suggest stopping…” Micha threatened, though the threat fell short as Damon began to move inside of him, a moan escaping instead. “Merlin, yes!” he cried out, as the fingers brushed over the sensitive nerves inside him.
Damon was sure that he would never get enough of watching his mate as he writhed on his fingers; continuing to move inside Micha, Damon started to spread his fingers, stretching out his mate fully. Micha was struggling not to buck his hips, fisting his hands in the soft duvet beneath him, biting at his bottom lip to keep from crying out.
“I said not to hold back,” Damon said, reaching up with his other hand he gently pried Micha’s lip from between his teeth. “I want to hear everything.”
“Damon… I can’t, it’s too much… need you.” As these words left Micha’s lips, Damon stilled, not sure if his submissive wanted him to stop or was begging for more and he didn’t want to make a mistake, not when the cost was so high. “No, no, no,” Micha said a little desperately, “don’t stop.”
“You’re sure?” Damon asked.
“I’m so fucking sure that if you don’t start moving again right this second I’m going to scream!”
Damon couldn’t help but laugh at his precious submissive, the pleading tone in his voice was one that had Damon practically coming undone. He could see how close Micha was to reaching his climax and the dominant was determined to watch as his mate came before he pushed himself inside, knowing that at that point he wouldn’t be able to focus on anything else other than being inside of his mate for the first time.
One more brush to his prostate and Micha screamed, shouting Damon’s name as he spattered come over his chest. Micha honestly hadn’t meant to come, he had been fighting it, holding back, wanting to come only once his mate was inside of him but that one thrust of those talented fingers had had him coming undone.
Continuing to pump his fingers in and out of his mate, Damon shuffled himself forward enough so that he could lap up some of the evidence of Micha’s orgasm using his tongue, brushing his cheek against Micha’s semi-hard erection. If the dominant had anything to do with it then Micha wasn’t going to stay only half hard for long.
Wanting to make good use of the orgasmic high that his submissive was currently riding, Damon sat up a little, lifting Micha’s other leg over his other shoulder. He held himself back just long enough to grab some more lube and slick himself up. “Beautiful,” he said, one hand on Micha’s waist as he used the other to line up his achingly hard cock with the submissives well prepared entrance.
Micha was clearly struggling to regain his breath, his legs trembling from the force of the orgasm that he had just had. “Didn’t… mean to…” he gasped out, trying to make his eyes open enough to take in the sight of Damon sat over him.
“I know, trouble,” Damon said softly, brushing his thumb over his mate’s soft skin where he was holding onto his waist. “Just enjoy, I will get you there again,” he promised as he pushed forward, the tip of his cock stretching Micha open as he started to push inside.
“Bloody hell, Damon!” Micha exclaimed, suddenly really rather glad that his mate had insisted on preparing him more after they had returned to the bedroom. There was that burn that he loved, as he felt himself open up around the length pushing inside him, and only a twinge of pain, that disappeared easily into the haze of his recent orgasm.
“Relax,” Damon said, moving his other hand to Micha’s waist as well, rubbing gentle calming circles there as he resisted to urge to thrust himself forward into the warm tightness of his mate.
“No, don’t stop,” Micha said, trying to pull Damon closer to him, to move him in deeper. “Keep going, I want you inside me,” he said, making himself meet the dominant's eyes.
Damon groaned, those words turning him on even more, and pressed forward, slowly sliding further into Micha. The submissive threw his head backwards, letting out a whine of teased pleasure as the hard length pressed against his sensitive prostate.
“So fucking perfect,” Damon said as he pulled back slightly only to push himself in deeper a moment later; he had tried to picture what it would be to have this with Micha but the reality was more than he could have dreamed of. The expression of joy on Micha’s face was a sight to see, and the sensation around his cock was bliss.
“Yes,” Micha said in complete agreement. He was sure that under normal circumstances he would have been able to come up with a hundred different words to describe how amazing he felt at that moment, but it seemed that having Damon’s cock up his arse had pushed every thought from his brain, and he didn’t mind that one bit.
“Micha,” Damon groaned, as he pushed himself deep enough inside that he could feel his heavy balls hanging against his mate’s butt cheeks. He held himself there, trying to calm himself, worried that he would come the moment he moved if he didn’t. Damon reached between them and took Micha’s cock in hand, stroking it, wanting for his submissive to come when he did and he knew that he was so close that it wouldn’t take much more before he was pushed over the edge. Damon just wanted for Micha to fall with him.
“I can really feel you,” Micha said, looking up at Damon with complete awe. “I can feel you inside me, in a good way, a really good way.”
“Fucking hell, Micha,” Damon said, pinching his eyes closed and taking a few deep breaths, though continuing to stoke his mate's hard length. “Keep saying things like that and I am not even going to get to move before I come.”
“What if I do this?” Micha asked cheekily as he clenched himself about Damon, delighting as the dominant male groaned with pleasure, biting down hard on his lip and forcing back his orgasm as best he could.
“You, trouble, are aptly named,” Damon said, his voice deep with arousal, his fist stroking Micha’s erection. As his mate through his head back and moaned happily, Damon pulled out a little, before thrusting himself back in deep; Micha cried out with pleasurable delight, his hands scrabbling to find purchase on the duvet and Damon’s arms.
“Again, do that again,” Micha demanded; he had had Damon toy with his prostate before, but this was something else altogether, knowing that his mate’s cock was buried inside him, that he was truly being claimed by his dominant. It was as though he and his submissive wolf were in complete agreement about how right it felt to have Damon inside him.
Micha felt Damon’s grip tighten on his hip, the thrusts becoming less rhythmic and deliberate; instead they were faster, more frantic, as the dominant pushed forward chasing his own orgasm. The speed in which Damon pumped at his mate’s cock also increased and the submissive could feel his second climax building, the nerve endings all over his body tingling with the anticipation of it.
With one final thrust Damon roared out his release, emptying himself inside of his mate. With his heart hammering, he released his hold on Micha’s cock as the submissive came too, come coating the both of them. The dominant male slumped forward, supporting himself on trembling arms as he enjoyed the waves of pleasure coursing through him.
What Damon hadn’t been expecting was for Micha to panic. The submissive had his hands resting gently on his mate’s shoulders; they were shaking and there was a look of fear in the younger man’s eyes.
“Micha, what is it, what’s wrong?” Damon asked in a panic himself, thinking that in the heat of the moment that he had caused his beautiful mate pain, that he had hurt him in some way. His knot was beginning to swell, he couldn’t pull out now, even if he had wanted to, but he thought that might be what Micha needed. However, to do so would only to hurt him, something Damon refused to do.
“I… forgot,” Micha said, his voice unsteady and laced with uncertainty and even a little fear too.
“Forgot what?” Damon asked with concern, really starting to worry that he had done something seriously wrong. He would hate himself if he had caused Micha any form of distress by doing this. He didn’t care if Micha had said that he was ready, that he had wanted to do this; he was the dominant, he was supposed to know what his submissive needed and take care of him.
“Your knot,” Micha said, his heart racing almost uncontrollably, “I forgot it would happen,” he added at Damon’s confused expression.
“I can’t take it out Micha, not without hurting you,” Damon said sadly.
“No, please,” Micha said, truly panicking now, “don’t take it out, not while it’s still … please, don’t,” he pleaded. Realising that his mate was going into a state of panic that was going to make the whole situation worse, Damon lent down and captured Micha’s lips in a sweet kiss.
“I’m not going to take it out, not until the knot subsides, I promise you,” Damon told him in earnest, gently lowering Micha’s legs from over his shoulders. “I will never hurt you, Micha, not if I can help it.”
“I’m sorry, I ruined this,” the submissive said as tears started to gather in his amethyst eyes. Damon shook his head, not saying a word, going forward and claiming yet another kiss, this one more passionate than the last as he threaded his fingers through the damp threads of tufty blond hair.
“You didn’t ruin anything, my sweet, wonderful mate,” Damon assured the submissive. “This was perfect, beyond perfect. I am so proud of you, I just don’t want you to regret this,” he added a little sadly; it would break his heart to know that Micha had wished it hadn’t happened, but he loved his mate enough to need to know the truth about how his mate felt.
“I don’t regret it!” Micha said with absolute certainty. “It was amazing, I loved it, it felt so right,” he tried to explain, as Damon wrapped him up in his arms. “I just got scared, for a moment,” he added quietly.
“Micha,” Damon said, lifting his mate up into his arms, cuddling him against his chest, wanting to comfort his mate while they waited on the knot binding them together to lessen, “I don’t want you to be scared.”
“I know, maybe we can just…” Micha said quietly, “just wait for a bit before we do it again.” He felt so guilty, knowing how much he had already asked Damon to wait on him, and felt like he was teasing his mate by letting him have this just once before asking him to wait again.
“You weren’t ready?” Damon asked, feeling a little sick with himself, with what he had done. “Micha, you should have said, I would have waited as long as you wanted, I will wait as long as you need,” he said, pulling his submissive from his body enough to look him in the eye. “I wish you had said. You didn’t have to do this.”
“No, I wanted to,” Micha insisted. “I really did love it, I promise,” he added when Damon looked sceptical. “It’s hard to explain, but I feel so much better about doing this now; it was so completely different from what… he did to me, and now I know that for sure.”
“Okay, that’s good,” Damon said, not really entirely understanding what his mate meant but relieved to hear that nothing he had done had been like what Micha had experienced with Harlan.
“It’s like, before I was too scared because I didn’t want to relive what he did, and today gave me a chance to separate what we have from what he did,” Micha said, cuddling back against Damon’s chest again, the two of them still knotted together. “But now I want to wait a little bit to be ready to be sexual submissive to you, it isn’t really much to do with what happened before. Does that make any sense?” he asked, looking up at Damon with concern.
“Erm… I think so,” Damon said, pressing a kiss to Micha’s forehead. “We will wait as long as you need, for whatever reasons,” he promised. He wasn’t entirely sure he understood, but it seemed that Micha was putting everything with Harlan behind him, and making the choice for himself, so he was happy with that.
“I really wanted to give you everything,” Micha said quietly after a few seconds. “You always give me everything, and I never have anything to give to you in return.”
“You didn’t do this…. because you thought you owed me?” Damon asked, his heart clenching in his chest at the very idea.
“No!” Micha said, shaking his head. “No, I really did want this, but I feel like it’s kind of mean giving myself to you today and then asking you to wait again. I don’t mean to be a tease.”
“Micha, I am so happy that we had today, and yes, I will look forward to the day when we can do this again, but I would wait a lifetime, if that was what you wanted. Being with you, spending time with you, that is all I need,” Damon assured him. “And I actually quite like it when you tease,” he added with a smirk.
FGHP
Half an hour later and the two of them were dozing in bed, cuddled in each other’s arms, sharing tender kisses and loving caresses, both of them quite content, until Micha’s stomach gave a loud rumbling complaint that made Damon laugh a little.
“Hungry, trouble?” the dominant asked with amusement as his mate’s cheeks flushed scarlet with embarrassment.
“A little,” Micha admitted shyly. “I didn’t want to say anything, you’ve done too much for me today already. I didn’t want to be a burden.”
Frowning, Damon tipped Micha’s chin up so that their eyes met. “Never, and I mean never, go without because you think I’ve already done enough for you. If you need anything then you ask me, no matter how ridiculous it is, all you have to do is ask me. Do you understand, trouble?”
“I understand,” Micha returned a little bashfully, feeling silly for not mentioning that he was hungry now that Damon had put it like that.
“We could go out for dinner,” Damon suggested, placing a soft kiss to Micha's lips; however, contemplating getting up, dressed and leaving the hotel room didn’t really sound that appealing.
“But then we would have to put clothes on,” Micha said with a boyish grin, “and I rather like the view without,” he added before scrunching up his face with confusion. It was a very odd feeling that he was having, like he had been there before but the memories were just out of reach, as though there was something stopping them from surfacing, preventing him from remembering and it was making his head hurt a little.
"What's wrong, trouble?" Damon asked with concern. His mate looked as if he were in some form of discomfort and he had no idea what the submissive could be thinking so hard about to make him look that way.
"Oh, nothing, just déjà vu," Micha said with a shake of his head, discarding the thought entirely. He wanted to focus on there here and now because what he had was pretty amazing. “Can we just stay here and order food to be brought to us because you’re so important?”
Damon couldn’t help but laugh. “I’m sure that we can manage that,” he said placing a kiss to Micha’s temple. “Why don’t you grab the menu and we’ll see what we can have for dinner.”
“Why don’t you get it,” Micha grumbled, giving his mate a playful prod in the ribs.
“Because then I’d miss the amazing view as you walked over to get it,” Damon said grinning at his submissive mate.
“But I’m sore,” Micha said with a pout, which only made Damon laugh harder, pulling his mate forward and sucking the protruding bottom lip into his mouth, kissing the younger man passionately.
“Alright, trouble,” Damon said with high amusement, looking around for his wand and realising that it was nowhere to be seen, more than likely in one of the discarded piles of clothes that were scattered around the room. He didn’t even remember making such a mess as they had undressed.
Micha watched, enthralled, as Damon swung himself out of bed and headed for the dresser where the room service menus had been displayed. The submissive would never tire of ogling his very attractive mate, especially while Damon was naked.
“What do you feel like then?” Damon asked as he sauntered back over to the bed, overly aware that Micha was staring at him and ensuring that his mate got a good eyeful before flopping back down on the bed next to him.
“Something big,” Micha said, Damon giving his mate a rather pointed look as Micha realised what he had said and burst into a fit of giggles.
“If you want something big then we don’t have to order from room service,” Damon said with a suggestive glint in his eyes as they roamed over his mate’s naked body, thinking about all of the deliciously wonderful things that he could do with every muscular curve.
“Maybe while we wait for our food,” Micha said with a smile as he pushed his knee gently up so that it nestled between Damon’s legs, brushing over the dominant's balls. Damon groaned, dropping the menus and grabbing hold of his submissive, kissing him for all he was worth as his hands went back to caress Micha’s arse.
“Decide what you want,” Damon said, his voice heavy with arousal as images of Micha on his knees in front of him popped to the forefront of him mind.
“I want your cock in my mouth,” Micha said with a cheeky grin and Damon groaned. He was sure that he was never going to survive Micha and his antics, especially not when he spoke so crudely, but at least he would die a happy, happy man. The new found confidence in his submissive was astounding to see and utterly exhilarating to experience.
“Order the food first,” Damon growled, though it took every ounce of self restraint to make this decision. “Then we have all night to play,” he said, kissing Micha once more.
FGHP
It was almost curfew by the time that Harry and Romy got out of the medical wing; Clay had joined them not long after they had got there, Astoria having told him where to find them just as Harry had predicted. The school nurse had not been pleased to see them there but had healed them without fuss once she had realised that they were genuinely injured.
It had not been a quick process though and required a series of spells, potions and ointments to remove the aconite from their skin completely, counteract the effects and heal the damage done. The poison had soaked into their skin and started attacking the muscles and tissue beneath; Madame Pomfrey had told them in no uncertain terms that they were very lucky the damage was only to their hands.
It had taken her a lot of effort to ensure that the two werewolves didn't have any left in their system; however it became rather clear to the nurse that there was something about Harry that wasn't quite right. Romy had been in tears at the pain, but Harry, who was by far the worst off when it came to his injuries, was smiling quite happily. When she had run her diagnostic spells she had realised that the teenager had lingering residue of aconite in his body, clearly from extended consumption over many years. The nurse made a mental note to let the headmaster know, as she was sure it was something he needed to be aware of.
“We should have just killed the bastard when we had the chance,” Clay grumbled under his breath as the three of them walked the castle. From the moment that Harry and Romy had told him about the card he had barely stopped making threats against Blaise; though both of the other two were fairly sure it was more that Clay was angry at himself for not having protected them from the other boy’s attack yet again.
“We are both fine, Clay,” Harry insisted, putting his hands in front of Clay’s face and turning them around so that he could see that they had been completely healed. They weren't even red any more, there was no sign that they had been burnt and blistered a few hours previously; not even Fenrir would have been able to tell that he had been hurt if it wasn't for the standard letter home every time a student ended up in the hospital wing.
“Not the point,” Clay said, pushing Harry’s hands away from his face, clearly annoyed at his best friends rather blasé attitude to what had happened. “You know that she would have written home to inform Dad that you’ve been hurt again!”
“Oh I’m counting on it,” Harry said with a grin. He didn't really want Fenrir or the others to know that he had been hurt again but the prospect that it might spur another visit and therefore a chance to see his mate again made Harry hope that the injury would have been worth it.
“He’s hoping that it’ll encourage Fenrir to sneak up and see him again,” Romy explained when Clayton looked confused.
“Don’t worry, I will make sure to tell him what an annoyingly good job you are doing of never letting me out of your sight,” Harry added, nudging Clay with his elbow.
“Maybe Fenrir will be angry enough to go hunt Zabini down and kill him for us,” Clay said, looking vaguely hopeful. “What? A guy can dream,” Clay added with an unapologetic shrug when Harry glared at him.
“I don’t really want my mate arrested for murder,” Harry said unhappily, crossing his arms over his chest. He hid it well but the thought of his mate being taken away from him, locked away, made Harry feel sick to his stomach. He wasn't sure he could survive without his mate and in truth he didn't want to find out either way.
“Fenrir is smart enough not to get caught,” Clay told him dismissively, not at all worried about the Alpha, certain that he was capable of taking care of himself.
“Not when it comes to Harry he isn’t,” Romy said with a rather pointed look on her face; Fenrir was a strong, capable man, but he didn’t always seem to think things through when Harry was involved.
“Well we are all a little foolish when it comes to those we love,” Harry said with a silly smile on his face. “I mean look at the pair of you, as daft as can be,” he added with a laugh, taking off at a run towards the common room as both Romy and Clay indignantly shouted after him, Romy denying that she was in love and Clayton shouting for Harry not to run off without them.

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