The Luckiest Man on Earth

The Luckiest Man on Earth



Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter and no trademark infringement is intended or implied - not to say that I would not like to but please do not sue.



Chapter 13: Apologies



Early Saturday Morning:



Flint Manor:



Aurelius looked at his wife apprehensively in the bright morning light in the breakfast room. He tried to catch her eye as she sipped her tea but Natalya’s eyes were fixed firmly out the window. He looked down with unseeing eyes at the morning paper. He had stayed up waiting for her the night before. He had rehearsed what he was going to say to her over and over again. But she had not given him the opportunity to apologize. She had come home very late and went straight to bed. The house elf had been most apologetic when he had conveyed his mistress’s message that Natalya was unable to come to his study. Aurelius cleared his throat nervously.



“Natalya,” said Aurelius a touch tensely.



“Hmmm,” said Natalya absently. Her eyes did not shift from the windows.



“I would like to apologize about what occurred yesterday,” said Aurelius nervously.



Natalya’s back stiffened as she turned and gave her husband a cool look. She waited for him to continue silently.



“I had no intention of embarrassing you or causing you any discomfort,” said Aurelius slowly. His eyes looked into his wife’s steadily. Natalya was silent. The silence stretched on in the bright room.



“I am truly sorry,” said Aurelius carefully. His wife’s demeanor was being to unsettle him. He realized he missed her bright inconsequential chatter in the mornings. She had not yet addressed a single word to him.



Natalya turned her head and looked out the window and began to sip her tea like she had not heard a word he said. She knew that she should speak but she couldn’t. It was taking every fiber of her pride not to break down in tears.



“What did I expect,” thought Natalya sadly. “That he would tell me that he loved me? That he would never do it again? I’ll give him this, he’s never out and out lied to me.”



“Natalya,” said Aurelius a tad impatiently. She gave him a cool look.



“Are you never going to speak to me again,” said Aurelius with a scowl. “Merlin, I am sorry.”



“You know,” said Natalya thoughtfully. “My mother was right about you.”



Aurelius’s face flushed with anger and embarrassment. “Your mother,” said Aurelius with a note of anger. His underlying hurt over her well-aimed barb made him want to hurt her back. “I suppose you ran home to mummy yesterday and told her all your troubles?”



“Yes,” said Natalya seriously. “She couldn’t resist telling me ‘I told you so’. But unfortunately she was right. You know I knew about the other women. Marcus always wondered why I put up with your mistresses. I told him that it was because you loved me best. But I’m not sure that’s true. It may have been my wounded pride. After all, it’s not everyday your child asks you why you put up with his father’s philandering.”



“Merlin Natalya,” said Aurelius as his face paled. He closed his eyes and repeated. “I am really sorry.”



“I’m not sure I care Aurelius,” said Natalya as her heart jumped. It was time to gamble. “After all, our marriage has been an open one for quite some time.”



Aurelius blinked and gave his wife a puzzled stare.



“You may sleep where you wish,” said Natalya as she got to her feet with an elegant gesture. “But Aurelius, I expect the same courtesy.”



“I will be more discreet,” said Aurelius as a sense of disquiet came over him.



“Yes,” said Natalya as she nodded her agreement. “Discretion is important. I will promise the same, of course.”



“The same,” asked Aurelius coolly.



“I promise not to embarrass you,” said Natalya with a cool smile. She left the room on unsteady knees.



Aurelius could feel his heart pound as the importance of her words sank in. He got to his feet and followed his wife up the stairs.



“Natalya,” said Aurelius roughly as he grasped her arm on the stairs. “Are you having an affair?”



“Aurelius,” said Natalya sweetly. “Our marriage is an open one. I believe that question is none of your business.”



Aurelius watched as his wife pulled her arm out his grasp and went up the stairs serenely on her way. He could feel his blood pumping through his veins. A sharp pang of guilt stabbed his conscious as he thought of all the women that had passed through his bed in the past few years. A wave of hot unbridled jealousy swept through him when he thought of his wife with another man. Aurelius felt sick when he thought of another man touching her soft skin. He closed his eyes when he realized he had made his bed and now, he had to lie in it.



The Slytherin Dungeons:



Katie opened Marcus’s door with a puzzled frown. Marcus’s door was usually heavily warded but it was ajar this morning. When she walked through the door, a wall of smells assaulted her nose. She recoiled at the strong smell of alcohol then froze. She looked around the room in horror.



“Marcus,” shrieked Katie as her heart began to hammer. Lying around the room were Marcus’s mates passed out in a semi undressed state. But that is not why her heart was hammering. It was the two nude witches on the couches that were making her heart lurch and her blood boil. One tart was draped over Alec.



“Wha?” said Adrian blearily as he briefly raised his head from the table that he was lying on.



Katie stomped over towards the closed curtains on Marcus’s bed and flung them open in an outraged and slightly frightened way. Her heart washer her throat. Her shoulders sagged in relief as she saw Marcus lying face down with all his clothes still on top of the covers, alone. Then she reached out and shoved Marcus off the bed.



“Uhhhhh,” said Marcus blearily as he lurched up clutching his headm a m a heap on the ground. Katie stood over him with her hands on her hips.



“Marcus Flint,” said Katie beadily. “What is the meaning of this?”



“Of what kitten?” asked Marcus as he licked his lips and tried to open his eyes. “And must you yell?”



“Do not kitten me Flint,” said Katie as she took a deep breath and began to shout. “There are NAKED WITCHES IN THIS ROOM! I thought you were going out with your mates! I see that you HAVE NAKED MATES FROM HUFFLEPUFF! Do you have an EXPLANATION!”



“What naked mates?” asked Marcus from a befuddled alcohol induced fog. “Kitten, quit yelling, my head is pounding.”



“ADRIAN, TERRY,” shouted Katie. Adrian jerked awake. Most of the other occupants of the room were also waking up. Terry croaked a greeting from his bed where he was lying between Tarquin and Derrick. Tarquin was sleeping like he was dead. All three Slytherins were piled up on the bed like a heap of kittens.



Katie stomped over to Terry’s bed then turned away when she realized to her utter mortification that all three boys were extremely naked. She grabbed some discarded robes and tossed them to Adrian. He looked at her flushed and angry face and wisely used them to cover the nude witches, who were still asleep.



“Marcus,” said Katie as she stifled an urge to kick him. He was still lying on the floor. He was looking at the witches with a befuddled look then he jerked and looked at Katie with a look of horror. He jumped to his feet unsteadily.



“Kitten,” coaxed Marcus anxiously. “I have no idea who invited them, love. Honestly, I passed out before they came.”



Katie’s eyes narrowed in suspicion at his use of endearments in front of his mates. Some of his mates were looking at him with the beginnings of amusement. Katie began to tap her foot.



“Katie,” said Marcus as he captured her hand. “I never laid a finger on any of them.”



“You were extremely drunk,” pointed out Katie through clenched teeth. “How do you know?”



“I’m still dressed,” said Marcus quickly. “You know me love, I don’t get dressed unless I have to.”



Katie glared at Marcus then threw up her hands in frustration and relief. Marcus was at heart an exhibitionist. He liked being naked. If he had shagged one of those slags, he would have been naked in bed not fully clothed. He was telling the truth.



“Who would have thought that your hedonistic nature was going to one day save your skin,” said Katie dryly.



“Merlin,” said Derrick with a sleepy chuckle. “I never thought I would see the day that Marcus Flint would be practically on his knees in front of a Gryffindor chaser.”



“If he knows what is good for him,” said Katie tartly with a beady glare. “That is where he’ll precisely be later tonight. For now, I will come back after lunch and I trust that the naked witches and the mess in this room will be gone.”



“Of course, Katie,” said Marcus with an uncharacteristic note of meekness in his voice. He watched in trepidation as Katie stopped in front of one of the witches and shook her awake roughly. The girl opened her eyes then quailed as Katie snarled, “Get out! If I ever see you near my man again, I’ll hex you so badly, you will never have clear skin AGAIN!” She eyed the other awake and frightened girl on top of Alec with an angry glare. “That goes for you as well. I don’t care if you end up fucking all his mates, never go near him again!” Then Katie turned on her heel and slammed the door as she left. Both Hufflepuff girls scrambled into their clothes and left without a backward glance.



“She is one scary witch,” said Tarquin groggily from Terry’s bed.



“Yes,” agreed Derrick with a light of mischief in his brown eyes. “She’s very fiery, isn’t she? All that passion wrapped up in Gryffindor disguise.”



“Shut it Derrick,” growled Marcus as he raked his hands through his hair. “I honestly cannot remember anything past that card game. Merlin, she’s going to fucking scream at me later, I just know it.”



“I have never seen Bell that angry,” said Adrian. “You are going to have to some serious arse kissing later, mate.”



“Hormones,” said Marcus with sigh then he jerked again. “Oh please tell me we didn’t glue everything in the Gryffindor broom shed to the ceiling last night.”



“Okay,” said Derrick with chuckle. “But it would be a lie. Besides, it was your idea.”



“Fucking hell,” moaned Marcus.



The Slytherins began to stir as they picked their way through the debris left by their party. In the now noisy room, Derrick leaned into Terry and whispered, “Ter, where are my clothes?”



“I don’t know,” said Terry as he began to search around the bed.



“Seeing as you ripped mine off me last night,” said Derrick lowly with a raised eyebrow. They looked into each other’s eyes.



“I remember,” said Terry with a grin. “Your clothes are in the bathroom.”



“Hmmm,” said Derrick with a sleepy smile. “I remember now too.” Both boys shared a secret smile.



“I hate to bring this up Marcus,” said Adrian with amusement. “But you were doing some serious groveling there, for awhile.”



“Yeah,” said Derrick with a chuckle as he buttoned his wrinkled shirt.



“She’s a jealous witch,” said Marcus as he pulled a jumper over his head. He took one of the vials of hangover potion that Adrian was distributing with a grateful look. “Seeing as I pretty possessive myself, I can’t fault her for being the same way.”



“Tarquin,” chided Terry as he prodded Bole with a finger. “Get up, you lazy git.”



“I can’t,” said Tarquin plaintively. “I’m dying.”



Adrian walked over to the bed and forced Tarquin to drink the hangover potion.



“Okay,” said Tarquin grumpily. “I’m not dying. But I vow right here and right now, I am never ever drinking tequila ever again.”



“We are short a man,” said Adrian as he looked around the room. “Where is Warrington?”



“Chris ran for the hills when the women showed up,” said Alec as he stretched. “He has a jealous witch as well. And those girls are from her House.”



“Remind me never to get leg shackled,” said Tarquin to Derrick with a whisper.



“Same here,” whispered Derrick.



Later that Saturday Afternoon: the Entrance Hall:



“Katie,” coaxed Marcus. “Everything is cleaned up, will you

come to my room?”



“No,” snapped Katie as she glared at a freshly showered and contrite Marcus.



“Come for a walk,” asked Marcus.



“No,” snapped Katie. She looked away from him with her nose in the air. Marcus stifled a sigh as he realized that she was still quite angry. He had hoped her temper had cooled by this time.



“What can I do to make it better,” asked Marcus seriously.



“We could go for a broom ride, I guess,” said Katie grudgingly.



Marcus’s heart jumped and he decided to use all the weapons in his arsenal. He had to keep her away from the broom sheds. Ignoring the crowd of students, he hauled Katie up against his hard body.



“Or you could punish me,” whispered Marcus suggestively in her ear. “Or we could play any game you wanted.” He rolled his hips against her curves in a lascivious manner.



“Marcus,” hissed Katie as her face flamed. She could hear the scandalized whispers break out around them.



“I know,” growled Marcus. “I have been such a naughty boy. Do you remember the last time you were very angry with me? Merlin, the sex was scorching hot that day. Would you like to scratch your nails down my back again?”



“Stop it,” whispered Katie as her temperature rose. Her eyelids got heavy.



“Ahhh,” whispered Marcus as Katie tried to pull away from him. “Don’t move or we are going to be embarrassed.” He rubbed his stiff erection over her stomach.

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Katie’s insides felt like they were melting. The crowds of students melted away and so did her anger. She knew that Marcus would not be unfaithful but his tarty mates always had women of easy virtue scattered around the dungeons. Those slags may get ideas.



“You have been very bad,” said Katie as she rotated her hips against him. Marcus stifled a groan. “You need to be punished.”



“I do,” panted Marcus as he maneuvered Katie to stand in front of him hiding his obvious erection as he guided her down a hallway off the main entrance hall. He pushed her into a deserted room.



Katie had him pinned against the door, the second the door slammed shut. He moaned in his throat as she grasped his hair and pulled his head back so she could kiss his neck. He gasped when she nipped at his shoulder with her sharp little teeth. When he tried to touch her, she slapped his hands away with an impatient gesture and pulled away from his heaving body.



“Take your clothes off,” said Katie as her eyes flashed at him. She sat down on an old wooden chair and leaned back as he began to unbutton his shirt. “Do it slowly.”



Marcus nodded wordlessly as his temperature soared. This was the rarely seen aggressive Katie. This was the Katie who liked to bite and scratch at his back. He found this Katie to be unbearably exciting and extremely sexy.



“Turn around,” growled Katie after his shirt had come off. “Let me see that tight arse.”



Marcus turned around and pulled down his trousers.



“Boxers too,” ordered Katie. Marcus dropped his boxers and gave a low groan as he felt her hand trail down his backside.



“So hard and tight,” purred Katie as she caressed his ass. “Take the rest off but keep your back turned.”



Marcus obeyed and strained to hear what she was saying but she was whispering and he couldn’t hear her. He stood panting as his penis stood straight out from his flat belly.



“Turn around,” said Katie throatily. He moaned when he turned. Katie was sitting with her legs spread, her skirt hiked up and her pants lying on the floor. Her fingers were buried in her cleft as she stroked herself and looked at him with hot glittering eyes.



“Are you hard for me,” asked Katie.



“Only for you,” whispered Marcus.



“Do you want to fuck me,” asked Katie.



“Gods yes,” moaned Marcus.



“Come and kiss me here,” said Katie with a low moan as she circled her clitoris with a finger. “On your knees.”



Marcus got to his knees and quickly buried his face in between her legs. He circled her sensitive nub with his tongue and licked at the delicate folds. He could hear her pant and give low sexy moans as she arched her hips up at him. She pulled his mouth away by pulling hard on his hair. Marcus looked up in surprise.



“Do you still want to fuck me?” asked Katie as her eyes glittered.



“Yes,” ground out Marcus.



“Then you will have to take me,” said Katie as she pushed him away roughly.



Marcus looked at her puzzled until she reached out and dug her nail into his biceps. He winced then smiled tightly. Katie gave a sharp gasp as he swiftly grabbed her and pushed her to her knees on the hard stone floor. Katie struggled to buck him off her back as they wrestled on the floor. When Marcus suddenly and easily subdued her, Katie realized that until this point he had been letting her win. Her efforts redoubled but were in vain. Marcus was very strong.



“Merlin,” gasped Katie as Marcus moved her on her back and thrust into her hot willing pussy with a strong lunge. She thrashed underneath him as he gave her what she wanted. She scratched her nails down his back as he thrust into her with hard strokes. Her hips arched to meet his lunges as they urged each other higher.



“Katie,”ned ned Marcus as he plunged into her hot wetness. She was so tight and very slippery. He rode her hard because that is what she was in mood for. He moaned as her nails scratched down his back. And moved deeper and harder inside of her. He bit his lip as he struggled to hold on until she came. He could feel her fluttering sheath. She was so very close. He redoubled his efforts and drove his distended penis deep inside her harder and faster still.



Katie began oan oan then pant. Her eyes were clenched closed as jolt after jolt of sweet hot sensation began to shake her body. She screamed as her entire body shook with wave after wave of pleasure. She bit down on Marcus’s sweaty shoulder when she thought she could bear the pleasure no longer.



When her teeth bit into his shoulder, Marcus gave a hoarse shout as he came deep inside her clenching sheath. He arched his back and drove every inch of his erection as deep as he could as the pleasure mixed with pain took him. He spurted his passion deep as his head felt like it exploded from the bone deep pleasure.



When he came back to earth, Katie was licking his shoulder apologetically. Her hot little tongue dipped into the grooves her teeth had made in his skin.



“Blood thirsty vixen,” murmured Marcus as he settled himself against her soft curves with satisfaction.



“Naughty boy,” growled Katie. “Are you ready for your spanking?”