TBOTBN II: Outside Influences

Disclaimer: The Harry Potter universe and all the characters are property of J.K. Rowling and whomever else has a finger in the huge franchise. I do not. I make no money nor do I claim any ownership of the people, places, and things (unless I make them up as we go). It is only to have some fun do I write this story, in hopes of some entertainment.


Warning: This chapter contains scenes with course language, explicit sexuality and mature content. Reader discretion is advised.


Lisa reclined on the sofa in Theodore's little studio in the dungeon. She was naked, her back arched off the cushions, her legs bent at the knees hovering in the air with her ankles crossed. She didn't move. She couldn't move. Theodore had put the Petrificus Totalis charm on her. With skin the colour of slate, Lisa was like a marble statue, perfect and immovable.

Theodore regarded the girl on the sofa as he slid the small piece of charcoal over the canvas. The rough sound of the charcoal on the paper filled the room and with a flourish, Theodore jabbed the last stroke over the paper. Casting his eyes back and forth between his picture and his girlfriend, he let a pleased smirk cross his face. He wasn't going to paint this one. It was a testament to the simplicity of life. The overwhelming beauty of the subject transcended the monotony of the colour, black, white and grey. Lisa shone with a radiant beauty, even in the ashen state she was in.

He strode over to the frozen statue that was his girlfriend and stared down at her. She was perfect. Her skin smooth and flawless. His heart began to beat faster as he slid his fingers from her feet up her legs, moving his hand along her thighs and slowly along her ass. Theodore reached into his pocket and removed his wand even as his other hand caressed her flat belly. When his fingers slid between her breasts, Theodore raised his wand and whispered, "Finite Incantatem." With his hand over her heart he saw the creamy colour flow back through her and her heart hummed beneath his fingers. Her legs dropped to the cushions and she slumped, exhausted to the sofa.

Lisa gasped, taking in a lungful of air and clutched Theodore's wrist as he felt her heart begin to beat rapidly. Was it fear frozen along with her, or relief of being free from the charm? Theodore bent forward and lightly brushed his lips over hers, lending his warmth to the girl. She raised her arms to his neck and pulled him down to her. Moaning softly into his mouth, Lisa poked her tongue out, seeking entrance to his mouth.

Theodore pulled back, his eyes dark with lust. The sight made Lisa moan and use her strength, her hunger to pull him to her. He refused to relent. Lisa pouted and whined. "Hush, luv," Theodore whispered. He caressed her cheek and locked her brown eyes with his. Looking into his eyes, Lisa smiled shyly up at him. "How do you feel?"

Lisa stretched, her back popping lightly. "Cold," she stated. "Why couldn't you pick a warmer spot for your special room? Somewhere a little more hospitable."

Chuckling softly, Theodore grabbed the blanket that was on the back of the sofa and unfurled it over Lisa. She snuggled into it immediately and cooed up at him. "I like the cold. It keeps me awake and alert. I would be too sluggish and lazy anywhere else." His lips caught hers again and they shared a hot, lustful kiss. Theodore pulled away and asked, "You were petrified for forty five minutes or so. How do you feel? Any aches or pains?"

"Stiffness. That's it really. I'm a little dizzy too, light headed."

"That's probably from the blood returning to normal. It's starting to flow again. I told you it would work." Theodore smiled triumphantly. "Now you don't have to just sit there for an hour trying to hold a pose. You would have complained and whined and lost the position if not for the petrification."

"I wouldn't have complained!" Lisa retorted.

"Well you would have lost the position," Theodore countered. "And that would have made me… complain." Lisa nodded. She definitely didn't want Theodore complaining. These last couple days had been wonderful.

Theodore leaned forward again and kissed her hungrily. His body covered hers and the warmth and weight of him felt comforting and safe. Lisa sighed with pleasure. His hand crept under the blanket and cupped a soft breast. Her nipple was taut and hard and he gave it a little squeeze.

Pulling the blanket out from between them, Lisa parted her legs and allowed Theodore to settle on top of her. His body moulded to hers and she could feel his desire through his slacks. "You're wearing too many clothes, Teddy. Take them off."

"Is that a request, Turpin, or an order?"

"It's an order!" Lisa moaned as Theodore swept her nipple into his mouth and sucked at it forcibly. "I want to feel you against me. In me."

Theodore chuckled lightly. She was so beautiful when she tried to be forceful. He crushed his mouth to hers and sucked her breath away. Her eyes were clenched closed and as Theodore pulled away, Lisa whimpered and followed him like a bee to honey.

She opened her eyes and watched with a wide grin as her boyfriend stripped. With every inch of exposed skin, her eyes raped his body. She took in his long arms and lanky chest that was smooth but for the goose bumps that rose from the cool air around them. She watched his abdomen clench and unclench as he fought with his belt and trousers, pushing them quickly down his toned legs. She sighed in delight as he pulled his boxers off and his hard cock sprang free and bobbed in front of him. Lisa reached out and grasped him, her small hand burning his skin, making it come alive. "Come here, baby," Lisa whispered as she pulled lightly on his erection.

Theodore stepped beside the sofa in front of Lisa's face and looked down at her. Her large brown eyes looked up into his and she smiled wantonly. She pulled a little more, bringing him to her mouth. Theodore groaned as her tongue flicked out and swirled around the head of his needy prick. Her hand slid along his length as she kissed and licked him, her tongue barely touching him. It sent shivers along his spine and he felt his knees wobble ever so slightly.

"Turpin," Theodore panted. "You have a wicked tongue."

Lisa hummed with satisfaction hearing the strain in her lover's voice. He was losing control and she loved it. Sucking just the head into her mouth, Lisa moved her pink tongue along the bottom of his cock and then grazed her teeth over his sensitive skin. Theodore groaned in growing need and clutched at Lisa's hair. His fingers swam through her silky tresses as his cock was slowly swallowed in her hot wet mouth.

Theodore groaned in frustration as Lisa pulled away from him. "Don't stop!" he whined. Lisa only grinned before twisting around so her feet were thrown over the back of the sofa and she was lying on her back with her head hanging off the front. She pulled him back to her and took him once again into her waiting mouth. She wrapped her hands around his legs to give her some support and control and she began to suck him in earnest.

Theodore groaned at the sight. He had an unobstructed view of her complete body as his cock disappeared and then reappeared from her mouth. Her tits heaved before him as she worked on him and he reached forward and squeezed their soft fullness. With strong fingers, he pinched her nipples, pulling and twisting them. Lisa groaned around his cock, sending the blood rushing through his body. It was boiling. Her legs were spread and swung lazily over the back of the sofa and Theodore could see the juices, the nectar that came from her body. It glistened within her pink lips. He bent forward and put his lips to her pussy, kissing her reverentially.

Lisa screamed in pleasure, the sound muffled by the cock in her throat, as Theodore lapped at her cunt. The wonderfully molten tongue dipped into her and scooped out her wetness. The slurping and sucking sent bolts of pure pleasure through her body. When Theodore’s tongue twitched over her clit, Lisa came with a continuous moan that reverberated throughout the sandy haired teen's cock. The vibrations went straight to his balls, which exploded with such force that Lisa gagged on the spurting cream. Theodore jammed his cock deep into Lisa's throat as he came, coating her tonsils with his seed. He groaned loudly and bit into her thigh at the sheer ecstasy.

With her tongue sliding over him and around him, Theodore sighed in pleasure and slowly, reluctantly withdrew from her. Not wanting to let him go so soon, Lisa tried to suck him back in but the head of his prick finally sprang free with a pop. Trying to recover her breath, Lisa giggled raspily at the sound and wrapped her arms around him and grabbed his ass. She tried to pull him back to her open mouth, attempting to kiss him and lick him, but Theodore pulled away.

He looked down on the girl. Her face was red from being upside down, but she wore a contented and playful smile. He knelt down before her and kissed her gently. "That was something else, luv," Theodore praised.

"You almost killed me, Mister Nott!" Lisa exclaimed in mock indignation. "I've never had that much… meat in my mouth before."

Theodore chuckled. "You took it well." He kissed her again before helping her sit up and pulling the exhausted girl into his lap. They kissed languidly, arms wrapped around each other, bodies so close they were almost one. Finally, Theodore pulled away. "It's about time we got back to real life though."

With sad eyes, Lisa tightened her arms around Theodore. "No! I don't want to go. You can paint me again. You can paint me all day and night."

"I would much rather fuck you all day and night, Turpin," Theodore whispered into her ear, making Lisa shiver against him. "But you sucked the life right out of me."

"When can we get together again?" Lisa asked with a desperate kiss to his lips.

Theodore smiled cheekily, and licked her ear. "When I tire of everyone else."

Lisa drew back with a scowl. Theodore laughed at her and then nibbled on her neck. "Not to worry, Turpin," he said with a deep passionate voice. "No one interests me anymore. No one but you."

Lisa smiled and reluctantly slid off his lap. They got dressed slowly, stealing glances at each other the entire time. As they finished and went through the door to the little room, Theodore grabbed Lisa by the wrist and pulled her into a tight embrace. They kissed for a long time before Theodore pushed her away. "Go!" he ordered with a slap on her rear.

With a giggle, Lisa ran off, leaving a smug looking Theodore watching her disappear. When she was out of sight, Theodore began a slow walk towards the Slytherin common room.

He stepped inside to the cool quiet that was his home. The air was heavy but cool, pressurized it seemed with scheming and politics. It wasn't so important to have friends in Slytherin, but it was important to have contacts. You never knew when knowing someone would come in handy. His father had once told him that knowing the right people would allow him to rule the world one day. Or at the very least, get him a good paying job at the ministry. It was a little joke from a man who rarely smiled. It was a little joke, which had made a smaller boy laugh. Sometimes it seemed that boy was gone. In his place was a young man who more often than not let his anger get the better of him. A young man who lashed out at the ones he cared for. It was definitely time to come out of the shadow of his father and start living his life like he wanted to.

The common room was unusually busy this day. The tables were full with students completing their schoolwork, trying to get caught up so they would not have to worry about any of it over the Christmas break. It was fast approaching and no one wanted to deal with work over the holidays.

Theodore swept to his dorm room and was surprised to see Blaise sitting on his bed, three textbooks opened and a roll of parchment spread out on his mattress. Kamal and Daphne were reclining on the burly teen's four-poster. He had his arms around the girl and they were both reading from a Potion's textbook.

Blaise looked up and saw Theodore standing there. "I do so hope you don't mind, Theodore dear. I took the liberty of using your bed. I didn't relish the idea of touching anything of Crabbe or Goyle's." Blaise shuddered lightly at the mention of the two Slytherins and smiled playfully.

"Why not use Malfoy's bed?" Theodore asked with a hint of amusement. "Surely you have no problem lying between his sheets."

Blaise let a seductive smile roll across her lips. "No problem at all, Theodore dear, however his luxurious bed is across the room. It would have been rather inconvenient to shout across the room to have a conversation with Kamal and Daphne."

The two teens looked over towards the couple. Daphne had turned in Kamal's arms and they were kissing deeply. Their tongues rolled over each other's and Daphne moaned into Kamal's punishing mouth. "I don't think they would have noticed Blaise luv."

Laughing lightly, Blaise replied, "No, it appears they are otherwise engaged."

Theodore jumped onto his bed causing Blaise and her books to bounce. She shot him a murderous glance as he twined his fingers behind his head on his pillow. He looked her way with a dashing grin and the young witch shook her head with wry amusement. "You, Mister Nott, are incorrigible."

"You, Miss Zabini, wouldn't have me any other way." He sat up and pulled one of her books in front of him and leafed through it. He quirked an eyebrow at his friend, a silent question about her reading material. She regally shrugged her shoulders in innocence. "Love potions? Since when does the inimitable Blaise Zabini need love potions?

"Not love potions, Theodore dear," Blaise said slyly. "Aphrodisiacs. I want to drive Draco Malfoy crazy. I'm going to slip him something into his drink at dinnertime and then tease him mercilessly."

Theodore laughed. "That should teach him to snub you for Parkinson, eh?" Blaise just winked.

A sudden thud caught the attention of the two teens and they quickly looked over to the other bed. Kamal was stretched out on his bed and Daphne was straddling his body. The two lovers had knocked their book onto the floor in their frantic kissing. Theodore's eyes went wide as Kamal slipped his hands under Daphne's blouse and squeezed her soft breasts. The loud moan from the gothic beauty's throat made Blaise blush. Theodore sniggered when he saw her flushed face.

"Since when are you so modest?"

"Since I've known those two for so long and never once thought that they could be so wanton," Blaise exclaimed. "I don't think they even realize that the room isn't empty."

"We know you are there, kyz," Kamal rumbled, breaking away from Daphne's hungry lips. She continued her oral assault, her lips and tongue moving along his neck and jaw. "We just choose to ignore you."

Daphne looked up then, her face rosy with desire, her lips kiss swollen. "Unless you would like to join us," she offered. Kamal made a snort of surprise and grabbed her ass in a powerful swat. Daphne shrieked and squirmed against him. "Mmmm," she sighed in arousal. "It appears Kamal doesn't want to share. Maybe next time."

Blaise shook her head in indignation. "Well," she huffed in amusement. "I can tell we are no longer welcome. What say you, Theodore, dear to a stroll? We can work on my little project later."

Theodore jumped from his bed and offered his arm to the strawberry blonde. "It would be my pleasure, Miss Zabini."

They entered the common room and found it full of students. Blaise shuddered lightly. "Too many people," she murmured.

Theodore chuckled lightly. "How do you get through meals? There are four times as many people around then. I'm amazed you haven't run screaming from the hall yet."

Blaise looked up at him with huge eyes. "There have been times when I've wanted to. I would like to think it's my indomitable will that allows me to stay." Theodore snorted making Blaise laugh. They quickly left the common room and walked along the almost empty corridors of Hogwarts. "Well, right then. It has more to do with this." With delicate fingers, Blaise produced a slim vial from her blouse pocket and dangled it in front of her. Inside was a chunky brownish powder.

"Ah, yes, you're 'medication'."

Blaise regarded the vial with a hint of hunger to her gaze but pocketed the opium once again. She turned smiling eyes up to Theodore. "One must do what one must do," she stated dramatically.

Just then a large bleating echoed through the corridor. The two teens stopped and glanced nervously around them. Theodore pulled his wand from his pocket and Blaise followed his lead. They relaxed when the culprit of the horrendous noise flew around the corner. It was a black owl, quite small with large eyes that alighted on Theodore. "Stop you stupid bird," a high pitched voice bellowed as a young wizard chased the bird. The owl landed on Theodore's shoulder and stuck its leg out immediately.

Theodore stood, stunned looking at the bird. With an elbow to the ribs from Blaise, Theodore untied the little string around the owl's leg and unfurled the parchment. The owl took off having been freed from its message and zoomed over the head of the student running their way. He skidded to a halt and chased back after it, not noticing that it had delivered its message.

"What is that, Theodore dear?" Blaise asked curiously. She tried to look over his shoulder but he shrugged her roughly off. She looked up at him angrily, but her ire faded at the look on his face. "Theodore?" she asked softly.

"It's a note from my father," Theodore said stiffly, his voice strained. "It says he wishes to speak to me regarding my future." The teen slowly turned to face his friend. "Blaise," he said in a hoarse whisper. "This is it. He wants me to become a Death Eater.”