14 Days

14 Days



Title: 14 Days

Author: AureliaFlint

Pairing: Marcus Flint/Persephone Stebbins

Rating: NC-17

Notes: The Ravenclaw Beltane Bash. There will be one more drabble set six months later.



Day Fourteen:



The Slytherin dungeons: Early evening:



“Tell me,” asked Marcus to Persephone. “Why are the Ravenclaws having a Beltane bash on a Tuesday? It’s not even Beltane.”



“It’s meant to be ironic,” said Persephone. “Besides, the faculty is having the year end meeting tonight. They’ll be away hours. And Filch is down with dragon pox.”



“Do you really want to go?” asked Marcus seductively as he pulled her into his arms.



“Yes,” whispered Persephone as he rubbed his hips against hers suggestively. She bit her lip. She just couldn’t get enough of the Slytherin captain. Honestly, she wanted him all the time now. He had tapped a part of her she had no idea existed. All she wanted to do lately was touch him.



“Are you sure?” asked Marcus slyly. “We could have a quick shag then make an appearance later. I wanted to show you how to ride my broomstick.”



“You are so pervy,” whispered Persephone.



“You will love it,” said Marcus confidently. He rubbed her pert arse with one big hand. “Besides, you have no idea how pervy I can be, love. If you want, I could show you.”



“A quick one?” panted Persephone.



“Yes,” said Marcus as he slowly unbuttoned her shirt. He did not want to stand around drinking in a crowded room when he could be exploring new ground with Persephone. He could almost feel the tight clinginess of her pussy already on his cock. All he wanted to do lately was fuck her. He couldn’t get enough of her.



The Ravenclaw Beltane Bash:



“What is this drink?” asked Terry nervously. He was surveying the crowded room. He was afraid that Davies was lurking around here somewhere.hopehoped Marcus didn’t expect him to snog that prat right away.



“Tequila,” said Adrian. “Someone went to America for Yule and brought back scads of the stuff. It’s made from cactus roots or some such nonsense.”



“What does it taste like?” asked Terry dubiously.



“Taste some,” urged Adrian.



Terry pounded back a shot and choked. He wheezed for a few moments then took another shot.



“It’s not half bad,” said Terry. “Once you get it passed your throat.” He took another drink then another. Adrian watched him in concern.



“Don’t overdo it,” said Adrian. “You know how strange muggle things are.”



“Muggle,” said Terry with surprise. “You didn’t say that. Merlin, my head feels strange.”



“Stay close, you daft git,” said Adrian affectionately.



Terry only absently nodded. When Adrian‘s attention was diverted, Terry wandered away from his Slytherin mates. He was in a dark corner of the room because his eyes felt like the lights in the room were drilling at his head. He muzzily watched the party get wilder. He curled up in a chair and watched the student population of Hogwarts go by.



“Hello Higgs,” said a passing Hufflepuff girl. Terry thought that he had seen her before. He smiled at her hazily. He snickered when he realized that he knew her, biblically. Wasn’t she one of Derrick’s shags that he poached? Yes she was.



Terry smiled wickedly at a Gryffindor seventh year who turned red when she saw him. He and Adrian had her one night in the autumn. She had a very pretty arse. He leered at her.



Then Terry stiffened. He thought he saw Davies go by in the distance. He sat there for a moment trying to reason in his drunken state. It seemed quite reasonable to him that he should take care of his debt of honor. He should go snog the prat and get it over with. Terry put on what he thought was a seductive look and went in search of the Ravenclaw captain.



Terry found him and dragged him off into a dark corner of the room.



“What the hell?” said the startled student as the Slytherin pushed him up against the wall.



Terry took Davies by the lapels and pulled him in for a kiss. He slanted his mouth over the other boy‘s mouth and kissed him for all he was worth. He could feel Davies struggling then all of a sudden, his mouth softened under Terry’s attack. Terry softened his kiss and then plunged his tongue into the other boy’s mouth. He gave a cocky smile against Davies’ lips a moment later when he heard Davies moan in his throat. Then Davies was kissing him back, hungrily.



“What the hell?’ thought Terry muzzily and then he mentally shrugged as he leaned into the suddenly hot kiss. They were kissing passionately when Terry felt Davies grope his arse. It was his turn to moan.



Now they were all over each other, groping various body parts, as they kissed. Terry snaked a hand between their overheated bodies and gave Davies’ erection a firm squeeze. Terry rubbed at him and he could feel Davies’ cock get harder and thicker.



“What the fuck aou dou doing?” hissed an angry familiar voice.



“Paying off a bet,” said Terry as he blinked owlishly at a livid Adrian.



“Are you completely fucking mad?” hissed Adrian as he pulled a clingy Terry away from the other boy. “Flint will fucking kill you! You were kissing Woody!”



“What?” said Terry hazily as he stepped back and really took a look at Davies. But it wasn’t Davies. A very thoroughly kissed Oliver Wood was looking at him with swollen lips.



“What?” said a confused Wood.



“No matter,” said Terry throatily as he made a move to pull Wood back into his arms. Terry thought hazily that Woody felt very good.



“Terrence,” hissed Adrian. Terry pouted at him.



“No,” said Adrian as he dragged a reluctant Terry away. “A thousand times, no!”



“Woody has nice lips,” said Terry.



“Merlin,” said Adrian as his lips twitched reluctantly in amusement. “You are so drunk.”



Terry tried to get away from Adrian but Adrian had a firm grip. He was making his way through the crowded room with his burden when he was waylaid by one of Persephone’s mates.



“Pucey,” said Helena. “Where is Persephone and Flint? They were supposed to be here hours ago.”



“Honestly,” complained Adrian. “I wonder what those two are doing? Please, I thought Ravenclaws were not supposed to be thick.”



“Slytherins,” snorted Helena. She watched Adrian struggle with a squirming Terry for a minute. Then she sighed. “Do you need help?”



“I have to get him home to the dungeons,” said Adrian. “He was about to make a serious error in judgment.”



“What was he doing?”



“Oliver Wood,” said Adrian dryly.



Helena laughed and helped Adrian escort a very drunk Terry back to the Slytherin dungeons. She watched fascinated as he put a sleepy Terry to bed. She looked around the room and spieat sat she believed was Flint’s bed curtains. They were tightly drawn. She looked back and blushed as she saw Adrian brush back Terry’s fair hair and kiss his forehead.



“Stupid git,” said Adrian with a smile on his face. Terry was passed out cold. Adrian began to strip off his clothes. Helena squirmed and looked away when she realized that Adrian wat got going to stop until Higgs was nude.



“You can look now,” said Adrian with an amused tone.



Helena looked over then blushed to her toes. There was Terry Higgs sprawled out on his back, naked as the day he was born. He looked like a marble statue.



“He’s beautiful, isn’t he?” whispered Adrian as he ran a hand down Terry’s nude torso. Helena nodded and bit her lip. A flash of heat went through her thighs.



“Come here,” urged Adrian lowly. She stepped closer and Adrian took her trembling hand and ran in down Terry’s flat abdomen. She could feel his lean muscles. She moaned into Adrian’s mouth just before he kissed her.



Adrian kissed her slowly and thoroughly. He broke the kiss to pull the covers over Terry’s nude frame then pulled her into his arms.



“I have a boyfriend,” protested Helena weakly. But she kissed him back.



“I have to get back,” moaned Helena as Adrian pushed her on the bed and pulled up her skirt. He was dragging her knickers down over her thighs when she tried to stop him.



“We’ll be back in plenty of time,” purred Adrian as he undid his trousers. Helena moaned when she saw the red head of his penis protrude from his boxers. He pushed his stiff penis out and spread her knees.



Helena gave up the protests and wrapped her legs around his waist and looked up into his passionate face. She moaned and wriggled under him as he thrust his cock deep inside her pussy. They moved together silently and urgently. She squeezed her muscles around his thrusting penis and he gave a low groan of pleasure. They were so intent on one another that they failed to see Marcus as he opened his bed curtains.



Marcus snickered to himself as he watched Persephone’s best friend and one of his best mates have it off. He leaned against the sofa and watched as they swiftly urged each other on. He heard Adrian groan with pleasure a few minutes later as he came inside a shrieking Helena. He let them collapse against each other before he spoke.



“Better get tidy before Persephone wakes up,” said Marcus helpfully. Both Adrian and Helena jumped with surprise.



“Flint,” said a thoroughly flustered Helena. She wriggled under Adrian. He was still buried deep inside her. “I just came-“



“I know,” said Marcus sardonically as he interrupted her.



“Persephone is supposed to be at the bash,” said Helena as she flushed a deep crimson red.



“Persephone is busy,” said Marcus with a smile.



Helena struggled to get her clothes tidy and her knickers back on as Adrian pulled up his trousers.



“She has to be at the bash,” protested Helena. “She’s on the committee.”



“Bullocks,” said Marcus as he pulled his silk robe tighter around his body. It was a touch cold. “Half the committee is pissed drunk right now. She stays here with me.”



“You are awfully high handed with her,” said Helena thoughtfully. “She’s very independent.”



“I keep her happy,” said Marcus smugly.



“Bring her home at a decent hour,” urged Helena as she gave Adrian a soft smile. She waved as she left the room.



“Where are you going?” asked Marcus as Adrian checked to see if Terry was all right and he made a move to leave as well.



“Back to the party,” said Adrian slyly. “Maybe I could persuade Helena to make a detour first.”



Marcus got back into bed and curled himself around an exhausted Persephone. He stroked her hair and fell asleep with a satisfied smile.