Untitled Ravenclaw Story

(c)2005 by Josh Cohen. May not be reprinted except for personal use. JK Rowling owns the Potterverse; I\'m just playing around in it.

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YEAR THREE: COMING TO A HEAD

Warning: Contains oral sex. As the chapter title indicates.

For the next three months, I put as many of my worries out of my head as I possibly could. Professor Lupin had been right. Nature doesn’t always trump nurture – while Sirius Black had turned out to be a murderer, Lupin’s other friend, Peter, had turned toward the light. I had about a fifty-fifty chance, and redoubling my efforts in Defense Against the Dark Arts probably wouldn’t hurt either.

I studied. I practiced. I went to class. I spent time with my friends. I did everything that would normally be done by a fourteen-year-old Hogwarts student.

Oh, and I did my best to avoid Fiona and Faust. It wasn’t easy, though; I was expected to hang out with the team when there was nothing much going on. I just sat as far from the two of them as I could and talked mostly to Karen or Cho.

I liked Karen. She was funny. If I was a little older – and she wasn’t so strongly against the possibility of ever having a relationship with a man – I might have asked her out. And Cho wasn’t half-bad, either, but she was with Roger.

So I grinned and bore it.

I just wish I’d noticed that Padma was also turning into a lovely young woman. But by the time I did – on her fourteenth birthday, which was May 8 – she had already found herself someone.

Not Faust, thankfully. No, she had decided that one of the fourth-years, John Locke, was the person upon whom she should focus her attentions. She started spending less time in the alcove with me – Terry was already gone half the time, snogging with Isabel, upon whom he’d made a good impression all those months ago.

I guess I was feeling a bit left-out.

Exams came and went with little fanfare. Something strange happened on Thursday night that week, but aside from Professor Snape being quite upset about something on Friday as he escorted us to Hogsmeade, I have no idea what it was.

Besides, I had problems of my own. That evening, after dinner, Fiona cornered me and gave me an ultimatum:

“It’s very simple, David. You will do what I want you to do, or I will make next year particularly difficult.”

“Come on, Fiona, don’t be ridiculous. What could you possibly do?”

I felt her power stretch out and envelop me, almost like a gigantic glove.

“Just do as I ask, David.”

I tried to answer in the negative – I actually got my mouth open – but nothing came out.

“Say yes.”

I think I managed a moan before she started to crush me.

“Say. Yes.”

It wasn’t until I saw black fuzz appear around the edges of my vision that I was forced to agree. She let me go, and I dropped to the floor.

“Very good. I’ll be in touch.”

The next morning, Professor Stein let me use her fireplace to talk to Da.

“What is it, David?”

“Da, I have a huge problem.”



Since the entrances to each of the girls’ dormitories are Charmed and warded to prevent boys from getting in, I asked Karen to tell Fiona I wanted to talk to her.

“Why? You seemed to be avoiding her all this time.”

Sometimes it bothered me that Ravenclaws were so damn intelligent. This time, though I had a lie prepared. “She asked me to help her with something before we left for the summer.” I didn’t say it was a good lie.

But Karen shrugged and went upstairs. A moment later, she returned with Fiona, and the two of us went up to the third-year boys’ dormitory.

No one else was there. Stephen had received permission to leave early – he and Andrew were meeting their parents for a trip to Ireland. Kev was probably off chasing skirt. Terry I knew was in our alcove with Isabel, and Anthony was probably over in Hufflepuff, playing chess or Exploding Snap with Justin Finch-Fletchley, with whom he’d become friends this year.

Nevertheless, I motioned Fiona onto my bed and drew the curtains, then turned them red and cast a Silencing Charm over the bed. “You told me you had something you wanted me to do. I figured it would be best to come to you, rather than wait around.”

Fiona smiled and loosed her hair from the severe ponytail in which she’d had it drawn back. She changed, almost instantly, from the quiet, shy-seeming girl that most of Ravenclaw didn’t look at twice into the sultry, warm Fiona I’d seen after the final Quidditch match. Her hair, practically of its own accord, arranged itself around her face, and her eyes grew darker. “That’s very sweet of you,” she said. Even her voice sounded dipped in honey. “But I thought you weren’t interested in sharing with me.”

“I had a change of heart.” I leaned back against the headboard, my pillows behind my lower back, crossing my legs at the ankles. Fiona probably could tell that I was affecting nonchalance, but I was hoping that underneath the fearful front I was putting up, she wouldn’t notice what I was really thinking.

“What brought that on?” she asked me as she slunk up the bed to curl up against me. Her palm was warm against my stomach, even through my shirt.

I swallowed. “I… um… talked to my father.”

“Oh.” Her fingers dug slightly into the flesh of my stomach.

“No, no, nothing to worry about. I just asked him about… you know… relationships and things.” Da had warned me not to bury myself in the part, but it was difficult. “He said that if a girl wanted to spend more time with me, I should let her take control of the situation.”

“Really now?” I nodded, and Fiona’s smile grew as her hand ran up my chest to cup my cheek. My heart was fluttering. “That’s awfully trusting of you.”

“Well, you know…” I trailed off and swallowed hard as her index fingertip brushed my lower lip.

“You don’t need to talk. You’ve agreed to do as I ask. That’s all I wanted.” Then her hand went around the back of my head and pulled my face down to hers.

And then she kissed me.

My lips weren’t numb this time when we separated. “Why?” I almost-squeaked as she slid her hips across mine until she was straddling my upper thighs. “Why me?”

I watched as she pulled the green cotton sundress she was wearing over her head and dropped it onto the bedspread. Underneath it she was completely naked, and I know that she must have felt my response to that, even though I was wearing jeans. Her milk-pale skin nearly glowed in the twilight of the enclosed bed, and I could see dark places on her chest where her nipples were, as well as a dark place between her legs.

Her answer to my question was another kiss as she ran her hands up under my shirt, caressing my chest. I draped my arms around her waist as she started unbuttoning my shirt from the inside. Once it was open, she pressed herself against me, the cool skin of her breasts and stomach leaching the warmth from my body. Her mouth went to my neck, and her breath was warm and moist as she whispered, “I told you. You have power. I want it.”

Fiona’s teeth dug gently into the side of my throat and my entire body shuddered. Then it did so again as her hand went to my waist and undid the button of my jeans.

“Fiona,” I whispered, “what are you doing?”

Her cool, slim-fingered hand reached into my underwear and took hold of me. I clenched my teeth and moaned and tried to ignore the fact that, for the first time in my life, there was a girl touching me there.

“I see you like that.”

I nodded, my neck muscles straining.

“Maybe you’ll like this too.” She tightened her grip, squeezing me in her hand, and this time I was unable to bite back a moan.

“Fiona, if you keep that up…”

She clucked her tongue at me, almost as if we were just playing a game. “We can’t have that.”

I watched as Fiona crawled back down the length of the bed and pulled off my sneakers, and then lifted my hips to help her as she slid my jeans and my underwear down and off.

“You’re very attractive, you know,” she said conversationally as she ran her fingertips up my thighs. “Not terribly muscular, not terribly thin, not terribly stout. And you have this, too.” She wrapped her cool fingers around me again, fluttering the muscles in her wrist and her palm as her other hand stole upward to oh holy shit.

When I regained my wits, I looked down to see Fiona kneeling between my legs, her palms flat on my hips. I hadn’t come, much to my surprise, and evidently to Fiona’s as well, because her eyes were wide and dark, and I could just make out her tongue swiping at her lower lip.

“David,” she said, her voice raspy, “I am going to do something to you that I doubt anyone has ever done to you before. I don’t want you to hold back. I want you to feel every second of it to the fullest.”

“What do you mean?”

She lowered her head. “If you think you’re going to come, don’t stop. Just do it.”

“But… but…”

“Just. Do. It.”

Then her tongue touched the head, and I closed my eyes.

Until today, the best feelings I’d ever had had been the kiss from Padma, the kiss from Fiona – which wasn’t necessarily the same as my second kiss, since Padma wasn’t the first, but still felt lovely – and what I did in the loo after watching the pocketwatch.

But as Fiona wrapped her lips around me and drew my entire length into her mouth, fluttering her tongue against the underside of it, I realized with one tiny part of my mind that I really, really needed to revise my opinions on things.

There had been plenty of discussions around the dormitory about oral sex – we’d all heard about it, to some extent, but only Kev claimed that it had actually happened to him. Of course, that same tiny rational part of my mind was comparing what I was feeling to what Kev said he’d felt, and there was no comparison.

Fiona did things that I didn’t think were ever going to be in my future. She nipped at me with her teeth and her lips. She stroked me with her tongue. She used one hand to balance herself and the other one on the shaft as she sucked the head. She took me fully into her mouth until her lips were pressed against the base and I could just feel the opening of her throat. She moved slow, she moved fast, she sucked hard, she sucked gentle, she rubbed me with her teeth, and through it all I fought the urge to let go. I had no idea if this would ever happen again. Roger had warned me that once she’d slept with me, that would be it. Maybe this was what he’d been referring to.

Fiona lifted her head. I could see that her lips were slightly swollen. “David,” she said throatily, “you’re not coming.”

“I’m sorry,” I said. “It just… feels so good…”

“I know.” She kissed the tip. “And it’ll feel even better when you do come. So do as I ask.”

Then she lowered her head and started sucking again.

This time, something was different. She had drawn her knees under herself and wasn’t supporting herself with her hands at all. Her tongue and her teeth, instead of being used to titillate, were completely ignored. There were loud slurping and sucking sounds coming from between my legs, and then I felt one of her cool fingertips touch just behind my balls. I arched my back and she very nearly gagged, but held me in her mouth and pressed again, harder, adding a second fingertip.

This time I did cry out, and I did come.

I suppose I remember Fiona swallowing it, massaging my balls with both of her hands to draw as much out as she could. But there was a heavy haze that seemed to be holding my body in place where it lay, and I could barely move.

I could only watch as Fiona’s tongue – it still seemed longer than normal – darted out and licked quickly as each last bit of come dribbled out. She watched, her eyes fully black, her lips parted, as my erection drained away and my penis returned to its normal state. After a final lick, Fiona dragged herself back up and nestled her nude body next to mine.

“Thank you,” she said softly. “That was a lovely dose of power.” And it was visible, even in the twilight of the drapes, that her body was practically glowing with the power she’d taken from me. “I’m hoping that, in a few minutes, you’ll be willing to give me another one.”

I managed to shake my head. My words were slurred. “I don’t… don’t know if I’ll… get hard again… until next month.”

“Oh, I’ll find a way to help you along.” Her right hand caressed my balls – against all odds, I felt my stomach jerk – and then she smiled. “Here. You can watch now.”

Very carefully – almost lovingly, I might say – she lifted my head and took one of the pillows out from behind it. Then she knelt on either side of my chest, in full view, and I could smell her scent clearly. It was oddly sweet, not what I had expected.

Fiona rested two of her fingers against my lips. “Open,” she said, a command but a gentle one, and I did. I licked her fingers, sucked on them, completely oblivious to where they’d just been, until she drew them away and slid both fingers between her legs. Her other hand slid down her stomach and must have found her clitoris, because she shook as she slid those fingers in and out of her.

I felt something wet drip onto my chest. It burned like hot wax for an instant, and then became merely warm. More drops came the more she moved, until I could see the slickness running down her thighs while her fingers plunged into herself. I lifted my arms and rested my hands on her hips, and she leaned forward, her smallish-but-perfect breasts in my face. “Suck,” she ordered, and I did, taking her right nipple into my mouth and trying to remember what she’d done to me as I teased it with my tongue and my teeth. Then I attacked the other one.

It felt as though I was being burned; the heat from Fiona’s vagina – I didn’t feel comfortable using any of the terms Kev used; they all seemed so vulgar – practically blasting my skin. She slipped and slid downward, onto her side, still using her fingers on herself, and with her other hand she drew me close and dug her teeth into my shoulder until I was afraid she would take a chunk of flesh.

And then she came.

I remembered what it had looked like the last time I’d seen it. This was something far beyond that. Her entire body began to glow with a white light from the inside, the liquid coming from her dark on her fingers and her thighs. Her teeth dug deeper, and I felt them break the skin. Her nipples tightened; I saw them grow smaller and harder. Her breaths were coming hot and fast around the piece of my flesh between her teeth. There were animalistic moans unlike anything I’d ever heard, making me doubly glad that there was a Silencing Charm on my bed.

And then, almost anticlimactically, it ended. The glow faded, and she released me, licking up the thin lines of blood from the mark on my shoulder, just at the ridge of my collarbone. She brought her fingers to her mouth and sucked them clean, but I could still see the glistening of her own wetness between her thighs.

“So,” she gasped, “are you ready yet?”

“Ready for what?”

Fiona reached down and found my penis with her hand. It had been erect, but the moment she touched it, the erection disappeared and with it went the arousal I’d experienced from watching her come.

I turned my head to her face; her eyes were like dark fire. “What did you do?” she growled. “What did you do?”

I shook my head sadly. “I didn’t want you to feed on me. So I made sure that after the first time you wouldn’t ever be able to do it again.”

She slid down the bed and cupped me in her hands, licking me with quick little flicks. It felt nice, but somehow, my arousal just wasn’t there.

“You… you…”

“Guess all you want, Fiona,” I said as I reached down to collect my jeans and underpants. “You’ll never feed off me again.”

That may have been a mistake. She leapt on me and dug her fingers into my chest. I felt her nails break the skin and I strangled a scream as I grabbed her around the waist and threw her out of the bed, through the curtains, breaking the Silencing Charm. I quickly pulled my pants on and followed her.

“Holy shit!” Kev breathed from his bed. “What the hell were you doing?”

“Go get Flitwick,” I told him.

“But… but she’s naked!”

I gritted my teeth. “Go. Get. Flitwick.”

Kev saw my expression and jumped out of bed, leaving the dorm. I grabbed Fiona’s sundress from my bed and flung it at her. “Get dressed.”

“Why? Are you afraid of getting in trouble?”

“No, but you should be.” I pointed to my shoulder, and to my chest. “When Professor Flitwick gets here, you can either be the angry girl who overreacted when I rejected you, or you can be the succubus who tried to drain my power.”

She pulled her dress on and slipped her feet into the black shoes she’d kicked off before she’d gotten into bed. “Why are you protecting me?”

“Because you’re just doing what succubi do.” I heard the downstairs door open, and I knew I only had a moment. “It would be wrong of me to deny your true nature. Just stay away from my friends, and we’ll be fine.”

“Fine.”

The door to our dorm burst open and Professor Flitwick zipped in. “Mr. Goldman! Miss Fyreton! What’s happened here?”

I turned to Flitwick. “I don’t know, Professor. We were having a discussion, and then she did this to me. I don’t know why.”

“Miss Fyreton!”

“I’m…” She glanced at me, and then slowly started drawing her power back into herself. I don’t think Flitwick noticed; he was already examining the marks on my chest and shoulder. “I’m sorry, David. Professor. I… I don’t know what came over me.”

Flitwick murmured a Healing Charm and waved his wand at my chest and my shoulder. The cuts closed quickly, and although I’d feel tingling for the next couple of hours, I knew no permanent harm had been done. Then he turned to Fiona. “Miss Fyreton, I cannot give you detention or take away house points for this, because the year is over now. But I expect you to comport yourself like a lady in the future, or I will by Merlin make your seventh year a difficult one. Understood?”

Fiona appeared contrite, although I knew she was seething. “Yes, Professor.”

“Very good. Now, away with you. I recommend you return to your dormitory and stay there tomorrow, except for meals.” It was the closest I’d ever heard to a Hogwarts student getting grounded.

“Yes, Professor.” She walked out, followed by Professor Flitwick, who offered me a shrug before he closed the door.

Kev’s eyes got wide. “Mate, you had better give me every bloody detail about why you had a naked sixth-year in bed with you. And it had better be good.”

But I just grinned. “You’ll never know, Kev. You’ll never know.”

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A few notes:

I\'m going to wrap up the Sirius Black thing over the summer, and then sort of \"cheese\" out the Terry connection. That didn\'t pan out the way I wanted it to.

I will also explain, in a bit more detail, exactly what David did do to Fiona.

But this is basically the end of Third Year. As for Fourth Year... well, I\'m going to explain a few things, like why Cho goes to the Ball with Cedric (I have to go skim GoF to make sure I\'m right about that), why David wasn\'t at the Ball, and a few other little things that have been poking at the back of my brain.

Oh, and more sex. So now you have something to look forward to.