Who Knew?

Disclaimer: I didn’t create them so I don’t own them, JKR and her league of publishers, producers, attorneys, etc. get all of that credit. I just manipulate the situations the characters find themselves in.

Warnings: Slash, Het, Teacher/Student, Incest, Solo, Rim, M/M/M, Slight Voyeur/Exhibition, BDSM,

A/N: This entire story was written once before but it got lost somewhere inside my computer. So now I am rewriting it. Sorry for the slow updates, but thanks so much for reading and sticking with me. Beta’d by guardiunE, but I made some additions after he got a hold of it, so all uu-boos are mine.

Angel my most loyal!!! Stay with me for a few more chapters and I will give you a warm fuzzy and slightly, if not strange HP/GW. All couples have a wedding night, er morning. How do you get along with Rita Skeeter?

JJ: Still waters run deep! The ripples are just starting, and things will not stay so calm. That is one of the things that I really enjoy about JKR’s Harry, he is a stand up guy! He may want to shirk off some of his responsibilities, but he always steps up in the end.


Chapter 13:

Hogwarts was already in the process of transformation. The gates and main doors were adorned with swags of evergreen accented with red and gold ribbons, pine cones, and white candles. Once inside, the same was found to be true of the hallways, and then some. The banners used for all special occasions reflected either the Hogwarts school crest or the Gryffindor house crest. Glass display cases filled with all the trophies and awards of the previous one hundred years lined the entrance hall, suits of armor had been polished and moved to prominent positions throughout the school, and numerous paintings had been relocated to hang where there had previously been no paintings. Many of the paintings, Harry realized, had come from Dumbledore’s office, although one stood out in almost glaring mockery. A portrait of Salazar Slytherin had been brought from Snape’s office and now hung directly in front of the main doors, flanked on the right with portraits of Godric Gryffindor and Rowena Ravenclaw and on the left with portraits of Helga Hufflepuff and former Headmaster Phineas Nigellus. The placement was odd, to be certain.

It was just after one O’clock, and there were still wave after wave of owls leaving the Owlery. While the main body of the school seemed to be orderly and controlled, the Gryffindor common room, however, was a different matter entirely. All pretenses had been dropped, and chaos reigned supreme. Everyone already knew about the wedding, the wedding only, as Harry and Ginny were pleased to discover. It seemed that a general invitation had been posted in each of the common rooms and in any other common gathering areas around the school. According to the invitations, classes had been cancelled for Monday to allow all students to attend the ceremony and reception. The couple was never given a chance to answer the rapid fire questions that had rained down upon them since they had entered the room. Professor McGonagall had finally been summonsed to Gryffindor territory by Mr. Filch, the caretaker. Once she had some semblance of order restored, she directed Harry and Ginny to follow her.

Neither gave it too much thought as they were lead down a rarely used hallway and into a sitting room… Where Arthur and Molly Weasley sat waiting with their five oldest sons and the Headmaster. Judging by Mrs. Weasley’s tears, and Mr. Weasley’s clenched, white knuckled fists, Harry decided that they, too, had been apprised of the situation. Ginny was grabbed up in a hug by her father and mother at the same time, while Charlie and Bill guided Harry to a corner of the room and just stood there with their hands squeezing his shoulders in a brotherly, comforting manner. Unfortunately, this left Harry unable to overhear what was being said to Ginny, but the twins seemed to be closely monitoring the conversation. When they finally turned to face Harry, his blood froze, and his mind shut down. He knew he had lost everything.

When he awoke, he found himself lying on the floor with Mr. and Mrs. Weasley telling their sons to back up and give him room. His hands and head were restrained, while something white kept flittering in and out of his view. As his senses began to return, he discovered that his hands were being held by Mr. and Mrs. Weasley, while Ginny had his head lying in her lap.

“Mr. Potter, if you are going to faint, you could at least warn someone that you are feeling ill. But, you seem fine now. I suppose it’s a case of stress, Merlin knows you’ve had enough of it, and now this. Well, all seems to be in order with both of you -”

Harry had finally identified the white as Madame Pomfrey’s apron, at the same moment that her words registered in his still slightly rattled brain.

“It’s all right, Harry. Everything is going to be okay. Mum and Dad are concerned about us of course, but they are okay with us getting married. Everything is going to be okay.”

As Ginny had been talking, Harry had watched the faces of her parents. He knew she was telling the truth about their reactions as Molly was brushing his hair from his face and cooing soothing sentiments in an attempt to calm him. He struggled into a sitting position, looking around to find her brothers. Fred and George were leaned against a wall laughing uncontrollably, while Bill and Charlie stood next to them and looked on sheepishly. There was a burn across Bill’s chest and a nasty oozing cut on Charlie’s forearm. Percy was still seated near the fireplace, staring in stunned disbelief.

“It seems that our baby sister is quite the demon child where you’re concerned, Harry,” Bill said with a grin.

“Yes, quite,” added Charlie. “When she turned and saw you falling, she decided to hex first and ask questions later.” With a closer inspection of the gash on his arm, he amended his comment. “Actually, I think she meant to send us to Merlin and let him sort it out. Really creative, little one, and quite effective.”

“I missed,” Ginny said in a snarl that drew everyone’s attention.

“Don’t worry!” Charlie said as he coolly studied the young witch standing before him. “Had you have aimed at me first I’d be in St. Mungo’s by now… You wouldn’t have missed. And that’s not a hex to play around with-”

Bill had nudged Charlie and gave an almost imperceptible shake of his head. Charlie covertly glanced at their parents to see Molly still fussing over Harry. Arthur, however, shared a knowing look with his four sons standing by the wall. With a slight nod, Charlie let the subject drop as Madame Pomfrey assessed his injury. Only when Hermione had placed her hand on his shoulder, did Harry realize that others had entered the room. Taking the cue, Mr. Weasley indicated that Ron should join him as he stepped over for a private word with his sons, all six of them.

“Harry,” Dumbledore said gently, never taking his eyes from the Weasley men, “I believe that Professor and Mr. Snape wish to have a few moments with you.”

With that, Mrs. Weasley gathered the two young witches to her and moved to the far corner. As Dumbledore turned to take his leave, Harry saw Snape and Draco standing just inside the door. Draco had his wand drawn nervously glancing from Ginny to the Weasley men and back. Snape had his hand on Draco’s shoulder, creating the appearance of restraint. There was a large flat box at their feet.

“Potter – Harry…” Draco started hesitantly, “I thought that you might have use of this.” He handed the box to Harry and replaced his wand in his cloak. “It’s the robes I had made for my marriage, well, the one that didn’t happen. With such short planning I doubt that you have official bonding robes.”

“Th-thank-you, I’ll be careful with -”

“No, they belong to you now.”

Snape clasped his hands at his waist and took a step closer to Harry.

“Mr. Potter, I understand that Gi – Miss… I understand that your intended mate is with child.”

Harry’s hand closed around his wand again, as he stiffened, staring directly into the emotionless onyx eyes before him. He gave one sharp nod, and held his breath.

“When she starts having her morning sickness let me know immediately so I may brew the elixir to stop it. It must be administered warm, and freshly brewed. But, it is highly effective, and she doesn’t need to “suffer” through this.

“Oh, uh… Thank-you, sir!”

Harry relaxed some, but wondered at the tension radiating from the pair. The two turned as one, and strode from the room, leaving Harry mildly shocked. He cast a nervous look around the room. Mr. Weasley had his back to Harry, oblivious to all else. Fred, George, and Ron were watching their father and nodding in response to what he was saying. They had their wands in hand, and visible. Ron’s arms were folded across his chest, with his wand hand discreetly tucked inside his robe. If he hadn’t already grabbed his wand, it was at least conveniently close. Ginny had embraced her mother in a tight hug as the woman whole-heartedly sobbed on her daughter’s shoulder. Hermione watched on… Both young witches had their wands casually in hand. The knowledge that others had felt the tension between Harry and the Potion’s master went a long way toward alleviating his embarrassment over his reaction to the man’s presence. As Harry considered this, he did not realize he was crossing the room until he was standing beside Mr. Weasley.

“Ahh, Harry! Albus told us that you had proposed to Ginny.”
“Y-yes Sir, about a month ago. I was, I was wondering could…” Harry took a deep breath, squared his shoulders, and after a final glance around the room, looked Mr. Weasley directly in the eyes. “May I have your permission to marry your daughter, Sir?”

Harry was surprised at how strong his voice had sounded. It definitely didn’t match how he was feeling. Mrs. Weasley and Hermione sniffled, Ginny and Ron beamed, Fred and George snickered, while Percy managed to look superior and confused at the same time. Charlie and Bill shared a long look before giving Harry their undivided attention. As they were both normally good natured and easy going, their closed and unreadable expressions were alarming. Mr. Weasley placed an arm across Harry’s shoulders and gave a reassuring squeeze.

“I hope that you realize that Molly and I consider you as good as a son already. With that said, we would be extremely honored to have you officially become part of the family.”

Harry heard the unspoken “but” at the end of the statement. However, before he could speak, Bill approached the issue for him.

“Dumbledore told us of your engagement. What he didn’t tell us was why the rush for the bonding ceremony. Why not wait until you finish school? Why not wait ‘till Ginny finishes?”

“Why right now? Today?” Charlie finished for his brother.

Arthur Weasley looked sharply at his oldest two sons.

“Albus’ll have his reasons. Under any other circumstances I would trust him to make the best possible decisions. It speaks well of Harry’s maturity that he consulted Albus on this matter.”

Seeing that they had not been swayed, Ron came to his best friend’s defense by adding “Not only the Headmaster, but Remus also. He’s had some really long talks with Snape about it, too!”

Percy sputtered a bit, but Bill just shook his head. Harry felt Ginny slip her hand into his just as he heard Draco brush against his thoughts, ‘Stop panicking, Harry! Her father agreed… Everyone else will warm up to it sooner or later.’

“…to tell you,” Ginny was saying. “I’m pregnant. When Harry asked me to marry him, we had planned to wait until at least this summer, and were willing to wait until the next, if need be… I was already pregnant by then, but I didn’t know it. I found out the next day…”

A few hours later, Professors Dumbledore and McGonagall interrupted the tense discussion. As McGonagall escorted the four students down a seldom used corridor Harry breathed a sigh of relief at the same time as did his three cohorts. A raised eyebrow from their chaperone brought a round of giggles from everyone.

“Oh, come now! You act as if you thought Miss Weasley’s family would grow horns and sprout wings!”

The giggles gave way to all out laughter, which echoed through the hallways for the rest of the trek. While they were ushered into yet another sitting room, Hermione finally regained some semblance of composure.

“Well professor, you are talking about the owners of the fastest growing business in the Wizarding world, one that relies on exceptional Potions and Charms talents. Then, there are also a world renowned course breaker, one of Europe’s foremost Dragon experts, a Ministry official, and a woman who has raised six rowdy sons. Horns and wings aren’t that novel of an idea, are they?”

As McGonagall struggled to suppress her grin, she indicated a door on the right of the room that read “Boys Years 1 & 2”

“Mr. Weasley, Potter, you are to use that room to rest and get ready for the Bonding Ceremony tonight. Ladies, your room is there, the door below the stairs. You will find everything you need already in there.”

“A fifth house, Professor?” Hermione asked.

“Gryffindor’s alternate dorms; each house has two sets of alternate dorms. Actually, Miss. Granger, the other set was put into use for one full year due to an impromptu duel that Bill and Charlie staged on the stairs in your current dorms. The alternate dorms are unplottable and have addition wards to ensure protection. They are primarily for emergencies, but were originally built in hopes that the school would outgrow the traditional dorms. Well, you are to stay in here until I come get you for the ceremony.” Having applied her professor persona she straightened and stalked from the common room.

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With Draco’s gift to Harry having been delivered, the blond felt more positive than he had in quite some time… And aroused! Snape had wanted to stop by his classroom to check on a project he had on simmer, although he had been distracted by some deep, dark thought during their walk to the dungeons. That was remedied when he heard the latch snap on the door. He glanced across the cauldron to see what his mate was up to, and smirked, deciding that a stasis charm would do for the brew.

Draco was resting his shoulders against the door, undulating his hips while sliding his hands up and down the inside of his thighs. The corner of his lower lip was caught between his teeth, his eyes closed, and the rapidly swelling bulge in his pants was hard to miss. With a parting thought to his mysterious distraction, Snape perched on the edge of his desk. With a flick of his wand, soft music drifted through the room.

“Dance for me, love,” he instructed in his velvety voice.

That was all the encouragement needed. Draco pushed away from the wall and began removing his clothes in time with the seductive music. Once naked, he ran both hands through his pubic hair, slowly working his way toward this cock, and then brought both palms up the impressive tool, with his fingertips touching in an almost prayerful pose. When he reached the rosy, dripping head, he gave a few sharp thrusts up through his palms, drawing the foreskin tight each time. With the last thrust, he pointed his fingers toward the floor and began lowering his hands, pulling his straining cock away from his belly, until it was pointing directly at Severus. The ache resulting from the forced ninety degree angle was visible on the finely chiseled face, and in the low keening whimper he let slip. Severus watched intently as another drop of pre-cum bubbled on the tip, before giving way to a stringing drip that landed on the stone floor between Draco’s feet. With a deep groan, he simply let go of his cock. The sharp slapping sound it brought as it smacked against his belly had his mate stiff as a board. Draco turned to face the wall, spreading his arms and legs into a large X. He jiggled and bounced his thighs, causing his ass to wiggle, and a most exquisite pain was created as the cold stone pressed against his cock. Cautiously, he began to simulate fucking the wall, but when his foreskin caught on a sharp edge, and the overly sensitive rim raked across the stone, he cried out.

“Foolish boy! Have you no common sense? No sense of self-preservation?” scolded the no-nonsense voice most identifiable with the Head of Slytherin House.

“No, Sir… Are you go-going to punish me…? So that… I… I may… Better learn… My lesson?” Draco grunted breathlessly, as he continued to rub against the wall.

He smiled in anticipation when he heard a drawer open and close. Aware though he was, he still flinched as the slightly roughened wood caressed his chilled ass. He tightened the muscles as he waited for the blow to land, and still more when the paddle caressed the inside of his thighs. Finally it settled, pressed against both the wall and his body, the broad side up, causing him to spread his legs at a somewhat awkward angle. Draco continued stroking against the wall, careful to allow contact with the stone only at the end of each stroke. Now, however, he was also rocking back and forth on the paddle, resulting in a slight squeeze on his testicles. As his rocking became a bit frantic, he impaled himself on Severus’ thumb, adding yet another level to the painful pleasure that was rapidly testing the limits of the young wizard’s self control. His fingertips and knees were raw from the stone, and his cock was in screaming agony with each rake against the wall, no matter how light the contact was. Sometimes his stroke was well positioned and allowed the dry thumb entry into the tightly puckered opening, sometimes all he got was a painful poke in the general area. Always, there was the gentle rocking on his testicles, causing a relentless tightening to spiral through his lower abdomen. Without warning Severus removed the paddle. Draco cried out in relief as he shot his seed against the wall in a seemingly endless stream. When he finally drew a deep shaky breath, he felt the cool air flow through his lungs, and heard the crack of the paddle. The burning flared through his ass as Severus started speaking, while the paddle was rubbing small circles over the freshly spanked skin.

“You should thank me for being willing to teach this lesson to you.”

“Yes, Sir. Thank-you, Sir.”

“And, you will count your gratitude.”

CRACK!

“Thank-you… One, Sir.”

CRACK! CRACK!

“Thank-you… Two and three, Sir!” Draco gasped out.

When he had jerked on the last strike, his flaccid cock dropped down between his legs. The relief was short lived as he felt something damp was sliding across his sensitized flesh. The characteristic smell he recognized. Ginger! He loved ginger tea, cookies, just about anything with ginger in it. As his memories had him distracted, he was mentally assaulted by a vision of Harry and the Weasley men. It was foggy, like his visions of Harry always were, and it gave him a dull headache. A headache which cleared away the instant the burning flared through his ass. The act of moving his hand to the offending object, securely lodged in his opening, earned him a rap across his hand from the paddle.

“Perhaps the ginger will aid in reminding you to control your “urges” for more appropriate times and places.” The deep voice was like a caress to Draco’s soul, and traveled straight to his cock. Soon Draco was reacting to the strain again, this time with a fidgeting dance being preformed against the unforgiving wall, which increased the burning caused by the ginger, which in turn caused more squirming.

CRACK!

“Th-thank-you, thr-four, Sir!” The strong, youthful voice came out as little more than a choked whisper this time.

“Ahh! Very well done, Severus. It will be most reassuring to our Lord to know that the way-ward whelp is being mastered by one who is not afraid to apply the whip, as it were.”

At the aristocratic drawl Draco’s entire body spasmed. The result was a resounding slap as his cock, freed from its confining position, thumped against his belly again.

CRACK!

“Thank-you, five, Sir.”

“Lucius.” To Draco’s dismay, Severus’ voice sounded alarmingly warm and hospitable. “You do not look well. What potion do you require? If I don’t have it on hand, it would pose no major problem to brew it for you.”

“Your concern is… Touching, brother. However, it is but a small inconvenience.”

Draco had clenched his fists against the wall in a determined attempt to ignore the continued viscous burning radiating from the piece of ginger snuggly wedged up his ass, the raw burning that throbbed in his scraped cock, the stinging burn from his paddled flesh, and now the deep burning of humiliation. In spite of his efforts, a groan escaped.

CRACK!

“Mmm… Thank-you for helping me to learn this lesson, six, Sir.” He waited, hoping for some indication from his mate that he had responded correctly. Instead, he had to settle for more conversation between his father and his mate.

“If not for a potion, then may I assume you were officially invited to the Bonding Ceremony as a member of the board of governors, and that is what has brought you here today?”

“Of course,” was all the reply the older blond gave; to Severus, it was sufficient. The tension it held was almost tangible.

CRACK! CRACK!

Ow… Ummm… Ahhh… Th-thank-you, Sir. S-sev-en and eight, Sir.”

The paddle resumed caressing its welts, sending an obvious shiver through the already shaking young man.

“Well, Severus, I’ll leave you to finish administering his discipline. I am certain it is quite a task with one so… Rebellious.”

Before he had finished speaking, Lucius Malfoy had reached the door and was exiting the room. Severus turned his mate to him and kissed away the tears that streaked his face. Though Draco was gasping and hiccupping, Severus could still hear his long-time friend retching just outside of the partially closed door. He removed his cloak, gently wrapped it around his mate, and with a chaste kiss, walked away. So consumed by his desolation, Draco never noticed when the door was closed and locked, nor when Severus returned and removed the piece of ginger from his ass. He also missed the cool healing gel being massaged into his tortured cock. It was the steady heartbeat that drew him back into reality. With a start, Draco realized that it was a very naked Severus who was standing in the middle of the classroom holding and soothing him.

“You knew he was here?” Draco asked in a tone that implied as much statement as question.

“Yes.”

“You chose not to lock the door.”

“Yes.”

“I know I initiated what happened here, but if I had not… You would have?”

A nod was the only answer forthcoming.

“So you intended that he see something? Whatever was going to happen in here? You meant for him to see me as…”

“My toy? Yes… I apologize for the pain and your humiliation-” A kiss silenced Severus as Draco wrapped his arms around the man.

Make love to me… Make it better, Sev. Take me to that place again.”

Severus cupped Draco’s face and allowed all of his emotion to show in his eyes, willing him to understand what he was about to hear.

“Take me, love. Take me however you wish, and take control of making it better… Take me, and take us both to that place.”

At Draco’s slight nod, Severus turned, bent forward and gripped the edge of his desk. A deep breath helped to steady his hands as he clung to the desk, but it did little for the trembling in his knees. He heard the equally deep breath Draco inhaled, and felt the uncertainty in the slender hand that ghosted down and into his cleft.

“I’ve never done this before, Sev.”

“I know.”

His cheeks were pulled apart and the chilled dungeon air felt like an invasion, triggering his entrance to squeeze closed with the force of a vice grip. A blunt, thick head was pressed against his opening before he could relax. Severus managed to get the lubrication charm spoken before he was breached, but not the stretching charm. At the unique burn of stretching muscles, Severus cried out.

“Foolish man! Have you no common sense? No sense of self-preservation?”

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Ginny was sitting in Harry’s lap when Remus and the twins dropped by to check on them.

“Ron and Hermione are taking a nap,” Harry offered as an explanation to the unasked question. After a few minutes of tense small talk, the trio left for their own rest. Just as the portrait closed, the muffled sounds of Hermione screaming out her orgasm could be heard in the common room, drawing grins from the couple sitting there.

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“And Mr. Weasley, just where did you get such a talented tongue?” Hermione asked as she sat back on Ron’s chest. Looking down at her lover she thrilled at the sight of her juices covering his cheeks and chin.

“Mmmm, there was this wicked, brilliant Dragon Handler’s Apprentice that worked with Charlie-”

Ron grinned at her blush as he guided her hips down to his. He leaned up and captured her mouth in a deep kiss, letting her taste herself. She broke off in a squeal as his fingers plunged to their full length inside of her. Bracing herself on his chest, she began to bounce up and down on his fingers. While she loved to taste herself on him, they both enjoyed the sloppy wet sounds of his fingers coated in her juices. Abruptly, he stopped thrusting with his fingers and brought them to her mouth. As she hungrily sucked on them, she gave a sharp thrust with her hips taking Ron’s cock in completely

“So hot and tight ‘Mione!” he hissed, the tight heat seemed to suck on his tool.

A look of pure ecstasy passed across the red head’s face. He had taken her maidenhood on their second night in Romania; since then, she had always been his hot, tight, little slut. Always wet and ready. On their last night there, they had been invited to observe the initiation ritual for the apprentices who signed on as full handlers. Some got their nipples pierced, for some it was their genitals. All experienced orgasm at the hands of their mentors. Proof that the initiates had been tamed, trained and were deemed acceptable. Charlie had kept a speculative eye on his youngest brother and his lady during the ritual.

Later that night, Ron had held a writhing Hermione pinned down on Charlie’s kitchen table while Charlie affectionately pierced the girl’s swollen clit with the milk fang taken from a dragon hatchling. Then he watched in awe as the rough-around-the-edges dragon handler used his tongue in the most delicate manner imaginable, to bring her screaming, crying, and shaking, through her first ever orgasm. Ron opted to have his nipples pierced. Since he had passed out as soon as the fang touched the first nipple, he had very limited memory of his own private initiation. He regained consciousness to a warm, calloused hand gently stroking his throbbing cock. His eyes locked with his brother’s as the man slowly bowed toward the leaking erection in his hand. Never braking eye contact, Charlie tentatively licked at the tip. When Ron only sucked in a breath, Charlie lowered his mouth over his younger brother’s cock, as Hermione’s hand caressed Ron’s tender, newly pierced nipples. When the thick cock touched the back of his mouth, Charlie swallowed, taking it into his throat. Once he had his nose nestled in the thick red curls, he moaned, swallowed again and sent Ron over the edge. After that, nothing had been taboo between the two teens.

“You like it hot and tight, don’t you Baby?” Hermione asked, as she set up a vicious, pounding pace, riding him with full strokes.

“Let me watch, ‘Mione,” Ron gasp out through his panting. He was arching into every stroke in an attempt to get as deep as possible in her.

When she pulled off of him, she paused long enough to suck her essence from him, drawing his sac into her mouth as she tracked every drop. As Ron rose and stood by the bed, Hermione scooted to him and drew her knees up to her chest, keeping them spread as widely as possible. Ron stood transfixed as he stared into her channel. With one hand, he held her lips open as he positioned himself at the impossibly tiny hole. And watched, with his customary slack hawed awe, as it stretched with each minute forward movement he made. Then suddenly it closed around the shaft, completely hiding the head. He watched for several minutes as he thoroughly fucked just the tiny ring of her opening. He knew what would bring the exact response he wanted to see, so he withdrew and gave a firm quick tug on the ring shinning brightly against the dark curls. Hermione moaned out as the hole quivered and flexed, forcing out a flood of juices. After a few more tugs at various angles, Hermione was babbling incoherently, and, Ron could stand no more. With his first full thrust, the witch clamped down on his cock and screamed out as her orgasm stormed through her. His thrusts were instantly jerky and he barely pulled out in time to watch his cum rain down on the still flexing hole. This was the way he loved seeing her most, flushed, thoroughly fucked, and frosted. It really didn’t matter which hole she let him use, it was always beautiful, and he loved to watch, he thought with a smile, as his girl scooted around and greedily lapped at his cock again… The brightest witch of their age, and she was his girl, his hot, tight, private, little slut.

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They knew Remus was worried about Harry, but they were pragmatic enough to realize that there was nothing to be done at this point in time. Once the door closed behind them at the Shrieking Shack, Remus picked up on the twin’s lascivious intentions. As he mildly protested, he backed toward the bedroom they had shared the night before. One provided the distraction while the other spelled away all three sets of clothing. When the cool air hit his skin, Remus also found himself stripped of all excuses. He not only felt naked, he felt vulnerable. Instead of standing naked, he stood in need, the need to be accepted, the need for companionship, the need to love and be loved, and the most neglected of all, the need for passion.

Fred reached out and cupped the werewolf’s slender hips while George slid his hand around Remus’ ribs and cupped the prominent shoulder blade. Gently they coaxed him into their embrace and held him as part of the wall around his heart gave way. With the twins, there was no need for communication. They knew some of the sacrifices he had to make simply to survive. They also knew of his devotion to Harry. It was enough for them. As they eased him onto the bed and his side, their hands were slow and gentle. Fred’s kisses were languid. George’s lips ghosted across the goose bumped flesh of Remus’ shoulder and down his spine. Fred knew the instant George reached his destination by the way their lover went rigid and stopped breathing. George rested his forehead against Remus’ lower back, his hands kneading at the taut muscles of his ass and thighs while Fred was massaging his shoulders and chest. When the large muscles became pliable, George dipped his tongue into the top of Remus’ cleft, only to feel them clench again. It was definitely going slower than the previous night, but then, Remus had intimated that he had expected the previous “encounter” to be a one time “thing”. So, George patiently resumed his kneading. After a few more minutes of gentle kissing and caressing, Fred let his fingers brush across the head of the weeping cock. This time, Remus’ defensive response was only slight, and Fred continued his exploration.

George felt the muscles under his hand start to respond to Fred’s touches and strokes, and took a tentative swipe at the cleft. When he was rewarded with only a hitch in breathing, George dared to let his tongue travel lower, to the still tender opening. Remus was stretched fairly well from last night, and in spite of the lingering tenderness, accepted two saliva coated thumbs easily. He only groaned as George used his thumbs to stretch him further while Fred was teasing his cock slit with the tip of a finger.

When Remus slid his leg up to Fred’s waist, George worked his way up to the gracefully sculpted neck where he kissed and nibbled away the final traces of tension. With a telling look from his brother, Fred wrapped his hand around the base of Remus’ cock and held on tightly as George slid home in one stroke. Remus bucked and sang out George’s praise with a litany of swear words that would have made a sailor proud. George could only hang on for the ride as his lover pistoned his hips seeking a relief that would not occur. As Remus began to slow, George set a slow, steady pace, and Fred released the death grip he still held on the now dark red cock.
Remus felt as if hot water had been poured over his groin, but he was able to stave off his orgasm. Fred sat back and started stroking his own erection as Remus watched him with open hunger in his eyes. Remus had no warning before his cum splattered on his belly, and as the stars subsided in his vision, he saw that Fred was entranced with George’s hand playing in the cum covered hair of Remus’ low belly. Remus beckoned, but Fred just shook his head and rose up on his knees so he could thrust in rhythm with his strokes.

George had been reduced to single syllable words and deep sighs, which further deteriorated as Remus felt the pounding tool began to swell. An animalistic cry ripped the silence of the Shrieking Shack as George gave into the demands of his body and spilled into the tight passage around him. While George lay in boneless bliss, Fred eased his lover off his brother’s cock and across the bed. At the edge of the bed, he scooped the man into his arms and carried him to the dressing table. Allowing Remus’ ass to hang over the edge, he guided the werewolf’s long legs up and back, so that the red, swollen and dripping entrance was exposed. Fred gently laved the area until all taste of his brother was gone, and then he too entered in one full stroke.

After ensuring that Remus was not injured, and still agreeable, Fred established a circular grinding pattern and started tugging on his lover’s newly erect cock in counterpoint to his thrusts. Remus coated his belly once more, taking Fred over the edge with him. As intense as his second orgasm had been, it didn’t eclipse the whispered declaration of love from each of the twins.

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Ron and Hermione had just rejoined Harry and Ginny when the portrait swung open to allow entrance to professor McGonagall and two of the House-elves. One of the elves was levitating a large box.

“Miss Weasley, this was delivered for you,” McGonagall indicated the box. “It was anonymous, and as such, it has been subjected to every spell, charm, and potion ever designed to reveal hexes and curses. All of our senior staff, and a few aurors to boot, have gone over it and the Headmaster, along with your father and Bill, decided it was safe to give to you.”

“What is it Professor?”

“Hmm? Oh, yes! Bonding robes, Delivered from Madam Malkins, we just didn’t know who ordered its creation and delivery. Now, provisions have been made for a light meal to be sent here, and then you’ll need to get ready for the ceremony. Tatty will assist Ms. Granger and Miss Weasley,” McGonagall had to pause for a few sniffles, “Dobby will assist Mr. Potter and Mr. Weasley.” With more sniffles, she turned to leave, “Oh, and I’ll be her to get you at 2315. That should allow sufficient time to get to the room of requirement and in position before midnight.” With that, she was gone.

At eight, the elves promptly took control of their charges, directing them to the appropriate rooms, with assurances for Ron that the food would still be on the table later. Harry bathed first and upon returning to the room, Dobby went to work on his hair. When he finished, Harry’s hair lay flat and silky, just below the top of his shoulders. Ron’s tresses were not spared either. Ron went to the wardrobe, and withdrew his new dress robes. This was the third year in a row the twins had purchased new dress robes for him. His under-robe was an antique ivory Egyptian cotton with dark brown wool edging and dark gold stitching. The outer robe was deep chocolate brown wool with a dark gold satin lining and an antique ivory edging, and gold accents. As a whole, the effect was simple, plain, and very elegant. Ron’s hair looked like freshly polished copper against the dark, rich colors of his robe. He couldn’t help but imagine the day he and Hermione would be the ones about to be bonded. He had even considered approaching Harry with the idea of a double ceremony, but he knew Hermione would never agree to it. There were N.E.W.T.s still to go!

Dobby took Harry’s gift robes from the box and started laying them out in order for Harry to put on. The inner robe was an emerald green silk with black velvet edging and silver stitching. The outer robe was black velvet with emerald silk lining and black leather edging with silver accents. It created a very refined and chic picture, very Malfoy; but it also looked like it had been made just for Harry. The fit and line was perfect. As Harry was studying his reflection, he felt a tingling in his face. Something looked different. Finally, Harry decided he was just imagining things; if there was a difference, it only served to enhance the overall look.

Things were far busier in the girl’s dorm. Hermione’s hair had been tamed and hung in ringlets down her back, while Ginny’s had been braided in a French style and fell to her waist. Hermione’s dress robes were tan suede with gold brushed silk edging, and an ivory satin lining. The under-robe was made of ivory gauze with gold silk trim. She took on an almost mystical appearance; Ginny compared it to that of a Woodland nymph. She had bought them with dual intentions of getting Ron’s attention and using them for another few years on special occasions. Decidedly they spoke more of adult than teen-aged witch.

After having lingered for as long as Tatty would allow, with shaking hands she opened her box. The Bonding Robes were the most exquisite items Ginny had ever seen. The under-robes were pure white silk. The outer robe was made of white velvet with emerald green silk lining, with black leather edging and silver fastenings.

“Ginny! You look like a princess!”

“Yes, Miss Weasley. Indeed you do!” McGonagall had stood just inside the door and admired both of the young women. “It’s time to go now.”

As they stepped into the common room the saw Tonks waiting for them.

“Wotcher!” she greeted, as she stumbled over the low table in front of her. “Kingsley has taken Harry and Ron already. So, are you ready?”

“Tonks, it great to see you, but what are you doing here?”

Hermione may have asked the question, but Ginny read the answer in the auror’s body language.

“Security, you – the Aurors – are here for security, aren’t you?”

“The Aurors, collectively, were invited, but yes,” Tonks held a stilling hand up to McGonagall, who had started to protest. “I am here in an official capacity tonight; I have the final say in this matter. Kingsley and I have agreed on how much to reveal. Now, Ginny, yes, the invitation was a polite but necessary opening for us. Founder Slytherin and Former Headmaster Nigellus have identified numerous Slytherin alumni and Dark Lord sympathizers in attendance tonight, people whose allegiances we were unaware of. Not to worry, though! Our inside sources tell us that the last order still stands. Harry is not to be touched. Everything was set in motion too quickly for mouldywort to organize something. There are too many aurors and supporters of the light here to stage a coup. His losses would be too great, and ours would not be large enough. He’s smart enough to know that Harry is not going to be put upon the altar for sacrifice, tonight. Now, everything’s going to be okay. Harry and you, along with the rest of the guests are going to be fine. At Harry’s insistence, an auror has been assigned to stay with Lucius Malfoy, for everyone’s protection, and another with Draco Snape for his protection.” At Ginny’s raised eyebrows, Tonks chuckled and added, “That’s close to the look we got from Severus, but he didn’t object. So, all that remains, for the time being, is to get you to the church on time!”

With McGonagall leading the way and Tonks serving as rear guard, the ladies made their way to the Room of Requirement. Ginny could hear the buzz of a multitude of voices. Just as her knees started to shake from the unknown, the double doors swung open and all Ginny could see was Harry. He was the most magnificent sight she had ever seen, as he stood on the dais next to the Headmaster. She did not see the nearly 1000 faces that watched her enter. She was unaware of her Gryffindor dorm mates flanking the evergreen strewn path leading to the dais. She could not even remember that the obnoxious Daily Prophet reporter Rita Skeeter and her Quick Quotes Quill had ever existed… And the goddess in white was all that Harry saw.

As Harry and Ginny took turns repeating the vows and incantations which Dumbledore was instructing them in, everyone in the Weasley clan witnessed the significant look that passed between Ron and Hermione… Only Lucius caught the look that passed between the two men he once called son and brother… And no one caught the nonchalant way that George put his arm across Fred’s shoulders and rested his hand on Remus’ shoulder or the way Fred slipped his hand into Remus’… No one, that is, except the one whose twinkling eyes missed nothing.