Make It Right

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Ch. 15. I forgot My…Oh.

Lilith sat slouched in a big soft chair in Jess’ living room, dressed in the most comfortable soft cotton PJ and slippers. Lily had gone to bed ages ago as she was completely exhausted after that party. She hadn’t spent much time with the girls as they were completely…pink- and Lily had never been as girly as that, and Lilith guessed that she never would be either- mothers instinct.

Her little girl had spent most of her time with Lucius- Cassander’s boy and Sirius. Tom had been very surprised when he saw the Black family there, and little Sirius had jumped at him. That Tom was good with children delighted her, what worried her was that the energetic black haired boy was a carbon copy of Tom- except the eyes, he had light grey eyes, almost silver, and he certainly didn’t look much like his ‘parents’, but there were some small likenesses.

It had been so much fun watching the children play and talking with Tom’s friends. They had shown her a few magic things and they were equally fascinated by the muggle things she had brought- especially the diapers. When one of the mothers asked about them she had explained about all the chemicals and different things that it was made of. They were all stunned. How was it possible for an item to do hat without magic?

Speaking of said items a stray thought suddenly popped up in Lilith’s mind. She had left all their things at Slytherin Castle.

“Jessica” she called, “I’m going to Tom. I left all my things there, so I’m going to get them.” With that said she grabbed a pinch of Floo Powder and shouted her destination. As she shut her eyes tightly she didn’t see Jessica come storming into the room.

Left standing in front of the of the quickly fading green fire stood Jessica, and she was worried. It wasn’t that she didn’t trust Tom, it was just that every time the Aurors had ‘dropped by’ Slytherin Castle, they had never found anything incriminating- which was infuriating- but something else that was entirely normal in the Wizarding World. In the muggle world, however, this particular ‘thing’, was not by any means normal, and she was genuinely afraid of Lilith’s reaction if she saw it.

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Jessica sprang up the stairs towards the wing were Tom had his rooms. There were no house elves as it was one in the morning, but she found her way easily. She entered through his study and found her things standing on the table at the back of the room. She had seen his bedroom before. It was all done in dark colours, so that it would be easy to sleep. It had big windows with heavy curtains covering then at night-time. The bed was a King sized four-poster, also with dark draping. The bed was made of mahogany and the posters almost reached the roof- which was a feat considering the height of it.

Lilith could not help but wonder what he looked like when he was sleeping. If he slept with the covers twisted around him self. If he kicked them off and curled around the pillows. The door was slightly open, but she could not hear a single sound, not even breathing. She remembered that Tom had told her about the permanent silencing charms on his rooms.

Still, she tip-toed towards the door and glanced at the bed and gaped. Tom was not sleeping. Not at all.

Lilith didn’t know whether to laugh at her own stupidity for trusting a stranger, even if he was Lily’s father, or cry because of the sight before her. They still hadn’t seen her as she was surrounded by darkness. Tom and that ‘blond’ was both glistening from sweat as they rode each other hard. The blond, who was rather large and muscular for a woman was lying on tom of Tom, clearly taking the dominant role. The nearly white hair blocked the view of most of her upper body and hindered Lilith in seeing who the boyfriend stealing bitch was. In her confused and betrayed mind Lilith found something odd about the position they were in. Curiosity washed over her as she leaned in the door a bit more inch by inch. The covers that had been pooling around the frantic couple on the bed was shoved to the floor as they pulled each other up into a sitting position- kind of.

Lilith got the shock of her life. Naturally she had heard of such things- how could she not when her father kept yapping on about the sin of others, but she had never truly believed that anyone would do such things.

The blond was not a woman. It was Cassander. She didn’t know what to think. Her mind when completely blank as he watched her lover being manoeuvred up and down in the lap of someone he had said was like a brother. The appearance of Lily’s father sank slowly into her mind. He was soaked in sweat and his face contorted intense pleasure, even more than with her. Cassander tipped them over to fall back down on the bed. He supported him self on a hand my Tom’s head while the other supported his hips in a bruising grip.

Even in the deafening silence she could tell that Tom was blabbing incoherently and his eyes were glassy and unseeing. She couldn’t believe that Cassander wasn’t hurting him with the power of his thrusts, but still she could see Tom’s lips forming the words ‘more, ‘harder’ and ‘please’ at a rapid pace. He got what he asked for. His left leg was moved onto Cass’ shoulder and she was startled by the intensity of which Tom was desperately searching for something to hold on to. His hands clutching the biceps of the other man…’the other man’ she thought with a snort. “ before they moved on and pulled the blond in close and clung to him like his life depended on it. Tom lashed onto Cassanders shoulder and sank his teeth into the alabaster flesh.


She vaguely noticed that the curtains were not closed tonight, and that it was a full moon. The moonlight shone on the two men, making their bodies glow. The image looked surreal. The last thing she saw before stumbling out of the doorway and headed for the Floo, was the tears rolling down Tom’s cheeks as he came. It was not a small tear like hers, but real tears rolling down his chin, dripping onto Cassander’s shoulder.

When he came back into Jessica’s livingroom, the table was loaded with ice cream, milk and brownies.

“You knew?”

“I had a hunch, but only from what others have told me.” She said with a weak smile. “Come.” She patted the spot beside her on the sofa. “Let’s watch Don Juan DeMarco and eat sugar loaded stuff”

“ Why?” it was not the ice cream and brownies she asked about. She knew why she needed that.

“The Wizarding World is different in more ways than just the one of magic.”

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