Across the Quidditch Pitch

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Continuation of….


Chapter Thirteen: Dark Wanderings


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One night not long after meeting Death Eaters in the Dark Forest Mulciber had an idea on how he was going to implement his plan without Snape’s help. Unexpectedly he bolted out of the Slytherin Common room and much to the consternation of his friends, left them without explanation.

For a long, long time he waited in the midst of the stairs leading towards the portrait hole of Gryffindor tower. He was sure there had to be a time when Mary Macdonald would come out and he was determined to seize that opportunity. If he had to, Mulciber would do this every night for the rest of term.

But Mulciber did not have to return another evening. As he was lucky the very first night he tried this.

He felt his heart race with adrenaline and orgasmic excitement when after lurking around for nearly three hours he finally spotted the girl leaving her Common room. And most ideally, she was completely and utterly alone.

Mulciber staggered up the stairs, almost forgetting to jump over a trick step but remembering just in time. From a distance he doggedly pursued her down a corridor. Mulciber knew it led to a secret hideaway behind a tapestry. It was the perfect place to rape and Imperiuse!

Mulciber grinned malevolently as the girl went behind the tapestry and not long after he followed her in. There was another staircase that led to the lower floors, and Mulciber was pleased to see she hadn’t taken it.

Instead she headed towards a sequestered room that veered off to the right. It was a dead end. The ideal place to corner somebody. Breathlessly Mulciber ran forward to charge in there and overpower her. Afterwards he planned to successfully Confund her to forget the incident. Excitedly he rubbed his palms together getting primed for the job.

But Mulciber stopped. He heard another voice from inside the room, a low voice that was distinctively male. Mulciber’s whole body sagged with disappointment and he leaned against the wall listening. He couldn’t believe his opportunity was slipping right through his fingers! But he wouldn’t leave yet. His curiosity was piqued and if he was sighted and they spotted him. So be it. He had to know what was going on.

Mulciber narrowed his eyes and cocked his head slightly as he heard the male voice ask, “I wanted to ask you if you’d like to go to the dance with me?”

Mulciber couldn’t see anything, but Mary was blushing. She still had a huge crush on Sirius Black, which almost everybody who knew Mary was aware of. But now she could barely speak. She was so surprised!

“I – I it’s just….I was really down lately. Maybe cause my best friend, Lily Evans already has a date.”

Sirius’s confidence did not disappear. He prompted Mary again, “So do you want to go with me?”

“I- Yes!”

Mulciber punched the air in frustration. He had wanted to assault Mary but he’d also been planning on Imperiusing her to be his girlfriend so that he could take her to the dance and later laugh at all the people’s horrified reactions.

Mary suddenly looked confused. “But why did Lily insist I come out here to find you? I-“

Sirius flashed his usual smile. “I didn’t need an audience for this! Besides - I’d be embarrassed if everybody heard – if you had turned me down….”

But that wasn’t true, as Sirius being the adept actor he was, was stretching the truth. The real reason he’d set it up here was so they could have an opportunity to be alone. Although never rough or cruel, Sirius was a bit relentless with his girlfriends. He was eager.

Mary felt a slight pressure on the back of her neck as Sirius tilted her face up towards him. His fingers brushed through her hair, and almost involuntarily she swooned.

Sirius put his other hand to rest flat on the wall and lowered his face to kiss her, and shut his kind, twinkling eyes. He breathed in her smell; a whiff of soft lilac infused with sweet honey. Blissfully Sirius closed his eyes with his lips just barely brushing hers.

Gently he started the kiss. Within a few seconds he realized Mary was not responding. So he put his tongue inside. Next Sirius tried to stimulate her further as she still wasn’t responding. With his other hand not tangled in her hair, he embraced her. The hand went downward to caress her back all the way to the small of it. He stopped there. Later when he got to know her better he’d have license to touch, squeeze and knead at her more intimate nether regions.

Mary threw her head back. For a second Sirius thought it had been a gesture of both pleasure and surrender. But then she pulled her mouth away from his and at the same time a hand pushed his chest back. Without any emotion she said, “No…I don’t like it. Stop it, Sirius.”

Instantly Sirius backed away from her, totally respecting her command that he lay off it. He looked at her and suddenly Mary’s large blue eyes were shimmering with tears. Slowly they trickled down her cheeks.

Sirius looked disappointed and his playful face crumpled into anguish. He didn’t really consider himself a bad snogger. As far as he was concerned, he was highly talented at catching any girl he fancied. He even sometimes joked to himself that he was just as talented at catching a girl as James was at catching the Snitch on the Quidditch field.

“Am I – a bad kisser?”

Mary shook her head. She choked out, “It’s just…Oh, I dunno! I don’t know what it is! I’m getting upset and I don’t even know why! How stupid of me. I can’t help it.”

Sirius’s face suddenly darkened. He had a strong hunch regarding what was all a dither.

“Wh-what? I’m sorry… Can we wait to kiss at the dance? Please, Sirius?”

“Sure…” said Sirius smiling kindly again. With his thumb and forefinger he wiped the fresh tears from the corners of her eyes. In her flustered state, the other tears had already dried on her hot, flushed cheeks. For a second Sirius’s face was pained with pity remembering Mary in the hospital wing and suspecting what Mulciber had attempted. But Mary didn’t know exactly what it was and he was not about to tell her. Sirius finally understood why his touch might bother her. For the back of Mary’s mind undoubtedly associated the intimacy now with coercion and force. However she couldn't consciously recall the memory.

Mary suddenly laughed shakily.

Sirius took his hand in hers as gently as he could. “Let’s go down to the kitchens! James told me there’s a crate of Fire whiskey in there tonight. Maybe a drink would take your mind off things…And we’ll talk. We’ll do lots of talking.”

“Alright. That sounds fun,” said Mary with real conviction.

Hand in hand, Mary and Sirius left the sequestered room. Mulciber had already jumped back behind the tapestry praying they would not find him.

They went off in the other direction, going down the stairs that would lead to the basement still holding hands.

Mulciber peaked out between the folds of the heavy drapery and cursed himself as he watched the backs of them move steadily away. As they disappeared he heard one final echo of Mary’s nervous laughter.

Mulciber frowned and kicked his foot hard into the wall. How he wanted to hear that girl screaming for his mercy!

Mulciber turned back and stormed off towards his own Common room. He felt like abandoning his quest. Now that Mary had Sirius to be fucked by, as he assumed would be imminent, she wasn’t as valuable. Mulciber felt he had lost and that Sirius had triumphed.

He had nothing else to do now but go back to the Slytherin dungeons. On his journey towards it, a fellow prefect sharply admonished him for running and stomping in the corridors. No points were taken as a fellow prefect cannot take points from another prefect.

When he did reach the privacy he longed for in his dorm, he found Snape there. But at least he was the only inhabitant currently present. And Snape didn’t even look up when Mulciber slammed the door behind him and stomped over to his side of the room.

“Still ignoring me, Snape?” Mulciber asked edgily.

Snape paused for a moment. He watched Mulciber with a curious expression in the black eyes. “What’s up?”

Mulciber sat down on the edge of his bed and put his two fleshy hands squarely on his kneecaps.

“That bitch – how I’d love to,” and Mulciber went on nearly incoherent in his rage. “I’d like to hurt that girl. She’s annoyed me. I so longed to Crucio her while I banged her little insides.”

“Mary Macdonald you mean?” said Snape blankly trying to make sense of it all. “But what happened just now? Was your plan foiled?”

“Terminated. That Black asked her out! Sirius Black asked her out!”

“So?” said Snape. “All you want is a good fuck. Right?“

“So?” screeched Mulciber sarcastically. “Sirius’s hands will be all over her. Plus I wanted to take her to the dance! It’d be hilarious wouldn’t it?”

Snape abruptly laughed for a second. Mulciber watched him closely and asked, “So who are you taking Snape?”

“Me?” Snape asked startled. “Nobody. I don’t think I’m going. Besides – Maybe I’ll be in detention with the headmaster Saturday night.” In fact Snape hoped that would be the case. For one thing he felt he deserved the detentions for abetting his friend. And also he didn’t think he could stand to see Lily with another boy.

Mulciber leaned back on his pillows and kicked his boots off. They fell onto the floor with a thud. “That’s right. I forgot. Or I might be in detention during the dance. Doesn’t matter – I’m not in the mood for a different girl,” and Mulciber added with defeat, “I won’t be taking anybody either.”

Snape said nothing. He could care less about this. He went back to his schoolbook.

Mulciber slid his pants off and then ripped his boxers down. Next he eased himself back on the bed clamping two hands on his hanging shaft.

He couldn’t help but moan in relief. He was stressed that he didn’t get Mary but at least he was masturbating.

Snape looked up and frowned with disgust. Snape went for the rigid hanging around his four-poster and closed them. He thought it was pathetic.

He heard Mulciber sigh again. Mulciber had taken out his wand and closed his eyes, solely abandoned to the release of his anger. He let his mind fixate on the memory of Mary Macdonald sprawled on the grimy shower floor with her ass hanging in the air. He imagined himself grinding into her.

And tonight he had been so close just like his first try. So close…So close. His breathing came out in gasps. But then the remembrance of being thwarted drove Mulciber away from reaching climax. A spurt of semen shot out of his urethra. With his wand he proceeded to siphon it off the sheets.


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