Scars III

A/N: okay this chapter is really…what’s the word? Depraved? …and…I might have been a little……er…let’s say sleep deprived; when I wrote this…so um…. have fun reading it!
Warning!!!!: Het


Chapter 15: Cannibalism always wins

Harry woke with a start. He was outside, and it was freezing, and Draco was underneath him.

Groaning, from what emotion he really had no clue; Harry hauled himself up and began gathering his clothes.

As he was buckling his belt Draco gave a sight. Glancing down Harry saw his stormy eyes open. An odd groaning came from between the blonde’s lips before he rolled to his stomach and pushed himself off the grass.

There seemed to be no need to speak as Harry waited for Draco to finish dressing. The only acknowledgment they gave to one another was the single, eternal moment when their eyes locked. It seemed that the night’s efforts had worn away, it was only storm gray and emerald green hat caught each other’s glow.

They moved together back into the castle. They entered the great hall and settled themselves across from one another at the Slytherin table.

Viktor was the first to comment as he said, “Are ve safe nov?”

The others seemed to hold there breath. Weather they were waiting for an explosion of a silent assent Harry wasn’t sure but he diced to let Draco decide on how to react.

After a long pause Harry noticed that old gleam of pure mischief enter his mate’s eyes right before he said, as casually though he were asking for the salt, “I’ve decided.”

Here Draco paused yet again, when the others leaned in just enough so as to hear a whisper Draco stated, “Next full moon I’m going to kill Harry. After that anyone on Harry’s side is free to AK. However I would request you not eat me as I’m quite certain my werewolf side has rabies.”

There was an immeasurable hush at the Slytherin table.

‘They really think he’s serious? Are we really that volatile?’ Harry wondered, then realized that, yes they really were.

Now ready to perpetuate the horror facture Harry rushed to his feet. His action toppling a few pitchers that subsequently splashed across unsuspecting laps.

“Malfoy! I’ll be damned if you use me as an excuse to kill yourself. If you want to be canalized that badly I’ll eat you myself, at least then I won’t have to stare at that stuck up smug assed expression any longer!”

“Me smug?” Draco yelled, now standing himself as he got fully into the swing of things. “Like your one to talk Sir I’m-all-important-and-knowing! You’re the one that-”

But Harry didn’t let him finish, the sight of Draco looking so ridiculously furious gave Harry the sudden urge to fuck him on the table right then and there. “I think perhaps,” Harry said, his tone suddenly sultry in a way he had never known it could be, “we had best remove this argument from prying eyes.”

He watched as Draco visibly shivered. And before he could blink Draco had begun to move. They were out of the great hall in less time than it took for Blaise to yell after them.

The great hall was silent for a moment before Greg turned to Marla, hand outstretched and said, “Pay up.”

“Damn,” Marla groaned, handing over the three galleons she had bet, “how the hell did you know they would put on a show like that? You even had the cannibalism pegged!”

“My dear,’ Greg said as he pocketed the money, “we’re talking about a Malfoy and Dev here. How could cannibalism not come up? I bet those two are ripping into each other as we speak. Love be damned those two have a thing for eating each other…and that was not what I meant by that.”

Marla gave a wry grin before cackling lewdly at the joke only a few seemed to get.

“I told you they would make up,” Blaise told Ginny as he dug back into his breakfast.

“Never doubted it…except when I did,” Ginny said her eyes wandering casually to Pansy’s breasts.

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Viktor held his hands steady in front of him. He was trying very hard at the moment to not move. However the feeling of warm breath ghosting over his ear was not helping. He felt himself twitch slightly and a resulting smack ensued.

“Don’t move,” the voice whispered. Viktor bit his lip to keep form groaning.

“Don’t move,” the voice repeated, “and I’ll give that treat.”

Viktor did not move. After a moment he felt fingers wrap around his own. His hand was guided slowly, painfully slowly, downwards until the guidance halted. Slender fingers molded his cupped hand until all but two fingers were curled into his palm. And then his hand was moved again and now he could feel it, that wetness that promised release soon.

“I’m so wet for you, so ready for you, all you have to do is…” the voice trailed off.

Grinning, he knew this game vary well; Viktor began to slowly move his fingers. He worked her slowly until her gasp resounded in the dimly lit room. Opening his eyes Viktor fixed his Ravenclaw goddess with lust filled eyes. Moving quickly so she would have no time to react he pushed her against he wall.

“You beg fro it,” he whispered, purposely exaggerating his accent like he knew she loved, “you beg, and squirm, and vhimper like a bitch in heat.”

“hmhm,” she moaned, her head thrown back against the stone wall, eyes pale blue slits behind lowered lids. “Nng, please…” she whimpered.

Viktor grinned down at her before lifting her by her ass and impaling her upon himself. She obediently yelped and wrapped hr legs around his waist. Viktor let air escape his lips as a hiss as he pulled back then shoved forward, the force pushing them back against the wall. He repeated the process as she moaned his name, begging, pleading for him to push harder. Push deeper into her so she could feel all of him.

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“Are they done yet?” Harry asked as he entered the ship’s large common room.

“Nope, still going at it. And there is no way in hell you’re getting the room when their done Harry,” Greg said, his gaze resting pointedly on Draco he had followed the vampire into the room.

“Didn’t want it,” Harry said evenly. Without another word Harry proceeded into the hallway that led to the rooms.

In a haze of delayed reaction Marla watched them go, then leapt from her chair.

“Took her long enough,” Greg chuckled. “Check mate!”

“Damn it!” Ginny whined. “That’s the fourth time in a row.”

“One more?” Greg offered but Ginny was already shaking her head as a knock at the door sounded.

“Gotta date,” she said with a grin and hurried from the room.

“Damn,” Greg muttered, his gaze roaming over the room. “How come everyone’s getting some but me?”

“Because you’re an ass,” Marla informed him as she settled herself back in her chair with a huff. “I can’t believe they took the girls room! God I hope their not using my bed!”

“Oh don’t shout Turtledove,” Greg said, his moth twisting into a feral grin, “I’m sure you can find another bed to sleep in.”

Marla gave him a disgusted look. “Go screw a horseradish,” she snapped.

Greg laughed, “But I’d rather be screwing that fine little piece of ass in the Hufflepuff dorms.”

“Don’t get me started on that one!” Marla snapped, her short fused temper rising to the bait. “The little shit about made me puke with his antics! I swear, who the fuck wants to screw a guy who cries like a little girl afterwards?”

“Who said I was talking about him?” Greg asked as he leaned forward in his chair, pinning his twin’s eyes with his own. “I was talking about that one you’ve had your eye on lately.”

Marla watched him warily. “You mean the Cedric boy?”

“The vary one,” Greg responded.

“Is he even bi?” Marla asked, eyes narrowed.

“Only one way to find out,” Greg said cheerily. “Beside I’m just about horny enough to fuck that horseradish you mentioned, I say I should at least try for something with a pulse before I sink that low.”

“Don’t be disgusting,” Marla said, but she was already half way out the door.

“Blaise?” Hermione whispered when she heard the door click closed. They were alone excepting the few other Durmstang students who were playing exploding snap in the corner.

“Hm?” Blaise asked.

“Are Marla and Greg…” Hermione trailed off, unsure how to phrase the question.

“Their not related,” Blaise yawned.

“But...their twins,” Hermione said, now thoroughly confused.

“Only because they were born the same day. They were both adopted. They just call each other a twin because of that. I asked Viktor about it the other day after I walked in on the two of them going at it, he said Greg was born in…what was the state…ah, California, to a prostitute I think. And Marla’s the daughter of some fourteen year old girl from Organ.”

“I see…well that’s nice for them,” Hermione said and returned to watching the fire.

“Hermione,” Blaise said.

“Hm?”

“You’ve managed to wake me up,” Blaise said calmly.

“Is that so,” Hermione said, intentionally keeping her voice uninterested.

“It is.”

“And I don’t suppose that rather large dick pressing into my leg would have anything to do with you mentioning this would it?”

“Mione,” Blaise said warningly.

Hermione giggled, glanced up over the back of the couch to make sure they were being ignored completely before lowering herself back down and giving Blaise a mischievous look.

“Mione!” Blaise said, this time the warning was for an entirely different reason.

“Oh come on,” Hermione whispered as she slunk herself down the length of his body until her face was resting over his crotch. “It’s been five days.”

“That doesn’t mean,” Blaise started to say but halted as the sight of Hermione opening his fly with her teeth succeeded in enthralling him. “I’ll never understand your love of public places,” he whispered as she nestled his hardened cock with her nose.

“Love, you don’t need to understand, just enjoy,” Hermione giggled before taking he final steps and engulfing Blaise’s cock in her mouth.

“Gods but I love you,” Blaise moaned, as quietly as he could.