Cupid Painted Blind

Chapter 19: “Once in awhile, right in the middle of an ordinary life, love gives us a fairy tale.” Unknown


*That went extremely well, Beloved. The man thinks I am a sex obsessed wanna be with designs on making you my sex slave* *Sounds good to me* chorused Snape and Harry *You are after all a walking talking wet dream.*

Once they reached the bottom of the stairwell from Dumbledore’s office Snape duly apparated them to the hall outside of their Apartment.

As one the three men swept in and Snape threw up copious additional wards. Satisfied that nothing and no one not even Peebles would be able to intrude without permission, Snape turned to embrace his family.

The Grandfather clock in the corner was declaring ‘Bedtime’; Snape noticed there was another two hours before it said ‘Sleep’, no doubt some of Victor’s handiwork.

Harry removed his outer robe and obediently it drifted off to hang itself away, followed closely by Snape’s. “When did you go to Durmstrang Severus?” he enquired accepting the floating glass of Ogden’s.

“It’s called a time-turner, they are rare and now Ministry controlled devices, but courtesy of such I attended there the same time I was here, in one year blocks. Rather like the fascination of death which we try to understand and avoid at the same time, such are the Dark Arts.” Snape sipped the Ogden’s appreciatively.

“From his reaction to the insignias Beloved, I sincerely doubt that he knew” Victor gazed into the amber depths of his glass thoughtfully.

“Dumbledore had his suspicions and I have always been a natural at Dark Arts, but he never actually knew until tonight. I wanted to give him something to think about other than you two. Naturally I am still considered his ‘Pet’ well so-be-it” Snape raised his glass in an unspoken toast.

With a casual flick of his hand Harry lit the hearth, and sprawled on the lounge. Victor wandered over still in his heavily embroidered dress-tails and elegantly reclined in a wingback chair. Snape kissed the tousled top of his Adonis’ head and excused himself momentarily.

Harry took a deep breathe in for a knut in for a galleon. “I may be off on a tangent here but, you call me Cupido I feel your passion but you do not approach me, yet you respond to my touch. Please Victor can you explain?”

Victor gazed wantonly at the Cupido over his glass of Ogden’s. “As you wish, Cupido.” Victor sipped his Ogden’s thoughtfully “Severus and I chose each other it was a mutual desire and we are exceedingly comfortable in our love and bond.”

Victor re-assessed the man before him, often since his beloved had selected Harry had he suggested getting himself a cupido but with the advent of the triumvirate such was out of the question. Time would come when they would need to be as one body.

“Severus chose you, until such time as you are comfortable in your bond there can be nothing between you and I excepting the triumvirate.”

“Alternatively he would need your consent hence the response to your touch. There can only be three in a triumvirate and you must be comfortable enough in our bond that you make the first step.” Added Snape

Harry imagined himself being totally ravaged by the two wet dreams, worshiping his body all over. As one two dulcet voices caressed his senses “An invitation such as that could hardly be denied. We are honoured, touched … and …aroused”

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Hermione and Ron left Dumbledore’s office a little confused, extremely happy and more than a little tipsy. After all it was Dumbledore’s own patented version of calming draught and he may have been a little too liberal with the Ogden’s ingredient.

The conversation enroute to the Gryffindor Common Room was as haphazard as their progress. More than once a suit of armour had to leap aside before they could crash into it.

“Oh! Ron, the floor keeps moving” Hermione hung onto a wall sconce. “Ron” she slurred “Stop going blurry”, Ron looked at her quizzically “Oh! I don’t feel so good”

She hung there for a while oblivious to everything staring blatantly at Ron whilst the notion of what she was meant to be doing fought its way through the Ogden’s fog,

“erm Hermione, you are staring at me like I have two heads!” under her scrutiny he blushed. He was always so cute when he blushed, she thought. She tipped her head on one side and studied him. “How far does that go?”

“Huh?” Yep cute and expressive, she let go of the wall sconce and staggered the short distance between them, part way her feet completely forgot what they were meant to be doing and she quite literally fell into his arms.

She threw her arms around his neck and dragged their lips together. When they parted for air she whispered with a timid smile “The blush… how far does it go?” Still not quite on the same wave length he could only mutter “Dunno” shrug “never thought to look”

Hermione hic-cupped “Can I?” her eyes grew dark with desire. Stuck for words Ron wrapped her in his arms and overcome by desire plundered her mouth. Suddenly they toppled through a wall into the Room of Requirement and onto a massive pile of satin cushions and pillows, like something straight out of Arabian Nights.

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