Indago:3

AN: New warning is going into effect now: FemSlash.
Let the fireworks ignite!


Chapter Nineteen

The day was warm yet had a bit of damp in the air and a small breeze. The clouds were threatening rain, but kept themselves, for the most part, out of the sunlight. The school was in rare form for the first game of the year and all were happily wearing their house colours.

Harry hadn’t been able to get a hold of Maia that morning since she had done an excellent job of staying away from him and the rest of their family. Azeas reported being told to go away when he had approached her to offer his support for the match. Draco and Snape didn’t find that odd, but Harry was worried. He didn’t want his daughter angry with him. He didn’t want her fighting with the family.

Harry sat in the stands between his husband and Snape, his stomach in knots. Draco and Snape were discussing something but all Harry could think of was getting to Maia. He really wanted all his children with him at that moment, but Bran would pitch a fit if he were forced to sit in the faculty seats and away from his friends during his very first school Quidditch game.

“May I sit here with you?”

Harry looked up from his feet at his son’s voice and smiled.

“Azeas, you always know,” he murmured and nudged at Draco to move a bit.

“You don’t want to sit with your house?” Draco asked with a frown but obligingly moved down the bench. Azeas sat down between Harry and Draco and was immediately wrapped in Harry’s arms.

“Don’t be rude,” Harry said to Draco.

“I’m not. I just think that he would want to be with his friends,” Draco replied. He looked down at Azeas. “You don’t have to be here to fulfil your dad’s need to hug a child, you know. He’ll have to put up with hugging me and I’ll have to endure it. But we knew the day would come for that as our children pushed us into our dotage.”

“Draco!”

“It’s all right, Father. I don’t mind. I forgot my scarf anyway.”

Snape raised an eyebrow at the highly unlikely occurrence of Azeas forgetting anything, but did not comment.

Draco smirked and looked back out onto the field.

Azeas turned to Harry. “Do you think Slytherin will win?”

“I don’t know. How is Bran rooting?” Harry asked with his arms still attached to his son.

“He’s wrapped in gold and red from head to foot.”

Harry laughed. “Good to know where his loyalties lie.”

“Well, Maia and her team were being rather provoking this morning at breakfast.”

“Yeah,” Harry said with a sigh. He was still not happy with Snape for allowing the shouting match to continue for as long as it did before stepping in to quell it. Harry had done his best to quiet the insults being thrown back and forth once they had started going past friendly rivalry. Maia had instigated the personal remarks but had disappeared before order was restored and reprimands could be administered.

“If the Gryffindors cannot handle a simple exchange of words, then they shouldn’t be playing such a dangerous game,” Snape remarked at that moment. Harry turned and glared at him.

“It’s what I’ve been saying for years,” Draco added.

“Draco, unless you want me to bring up exactly how many times you and your house,” he added with a quick look at Snape, “lost to me and mine, I suggest you disengage from this topic,” Harry snapped.

With a raised eyebrow, Draco smirked at Harry. “I’ll have to remind you who ultimately won, though, won’t I, mon petit mari soumis?”

“Bran wanted to be on this year’s team, I think, so he could play against Maia,” Azeas said before Harry could respond to Draco’s provoking words. It successfully redirected Harry’s attention.

“He’s fast and nimble. I wouldn’t be surprised if he got on next year’s team.”

“Ah, Mr. Potter-Malfoy and family! May we have a photo?”

Harry closed his eyes for a moment and then turned with a small smile. “Hello, Norman. I didn’t know you were coming to Hogwarts.”

The newspaper photographer was a slender man with thinning brown hair and wide blue eyes. He was always polite, but firm. His trusty camera was, as always, in one of his hands as he tipped his hat.

“Tell me, Norman,” Draco began smoothly, “why do the press insist on speaking in plural when referring to themselves? I do not see anyone else with you to warrant the ‘we’.”

“Ah, well, we always think of ourselves as mere conduits for our loyal readers,” Norman replied with a smile and nod in Draco’s direction. “And our readers wouldn’t want to miss such a wonderful thing as you and your husband watching little Maia in her Quidditch game, now would they?”

“I wouldn’t know. I haven’t read your paper since the article that implied I ran from Britain due to scandal,” Draco answered with a thinly veiled sneer.

“I’ll have to send you a free copy so you can see how much better we’ve gotten over the years. We don’t do those trash pieces anymore.” Norman’s smile never faded. He’d been handling this family for three years now and was quite used to the small barbs. He had also learned not to get too close to Harry or any of the children if he didn’t want an angry Draco in his face and at his throat. No, Norman knew exactly how to manoeuvre around the Malfoy family. And he knew that the weaker link was Harry when one of the children was around. “I would love to have a photo of you and young Master Azeas here,” he said to Harry before turning to the boy. “Hello, Azeas. How are you enjoying Hogwarts?”

“Hello, Mr. Topps. I am adjusting to life here and enjoying my studies.” Azeas’ voice was polite as he held the other man’s eyes.

Norman beamed. “Good lad! How about a picture with your parents as you cheer your sister on, hmm?”

“All right,” Harry said. “One picture.” He pulled Azeas a bit closer as Norman bumped into another teacher sitting in her seat to get his shot. It was a perfect picture: Harry cuddling his son to him and Draco in the close background watching over them. Norman knew this would sell a lot of papers tomorrow. “Thank you very much, sirs. Very kind of you.” He tipped his hat. “But do you think Bran may want me to take his picture as well?”

“Leave him alone,” Harry said before Draco could. “He is with his friends. He’s not going to want you making him stick out like a sore thumb.”

“Ah, of course, of course.” Norman nodded. “Then I shall be happily getting shots of the lovely Maia for our sports page. Good day, sirs.” He disappeared down the stairs with a final tip of his hat.

“I think Bran would probably want his friends to know that he was getting his picture taken for the newspaper,” Azeas commented as Harry rested his chin on Azeas’ shoulder and pushed his nose into Azeas’ collar.

“Took the words from my mouth,” Snape answered. With a sigh of disgust, Snape inconspicuously grabbed Harry’s elbow and pulled. “Control yourself. The boy would not be pleased if you gave him a tongue bath in public.”

Harry let himself be pulled back but glowered at Snape. “I haven’t done that since they were babies! I wish you would quit bringing it up!” he hissed.

Azeas looked at a chuckling Draco. “Dad gave us tongue baths?” he asked with only a small squint of uncertainty in his eyes.

“Oh, yes,” Draco answered. “You and Bran.”

“Once!” Harry argued. “Once!” He looked down at Azeas. “It was right after you were born. I was in a… strange frame of mind and I wasn’t really aware of what I was doing. But it was only your faces and necks!” Harry was whispering as the seats around them began filling up and his face was an amazing shade of red.

Azeas smiled his small smile and took his dad’s hand. “I promise I won’t tell Bran.”

Harry opened his mouth to say more when the Gryffindor team came onto the field and the crowd shouted and clapped as the game was finally getting ready to start.

The Slytherins were next on the field and came out in an arrow formation, their faces serious.

“You’d think we were at the World Cup,” Harry murmured. He saw Maia flanking the team captain on the right side, her broom gripped in her fist tightly. They met in the middle of the field with the Gryffindor team and faced off as Madame Hooch’s protégé went over the rules and admonished them to play fairly. The Slytherins mounted their brooms and kicked off in unison.

“Impressive,” Draco commented to Snape.

“Yes, this year’s captain, Mr. Foley, has been studying professional team practices. He’s quite fierce and tolerates nothing but the best.” Snape smirked at Draco over Harry’s head. “Maia is his finest player.”

“Of course,” Draco agreed smugly.

“Excuse me,” Harry snapped. “Would anyone like to remember whose spectacular Quidditch genes are in that girl? I really can’t recall a Malfoy’s name on a Quidditch award at this school. Can you, Az?”

“Maia has an award from last year,” Azeas pointed out.

“Exactly, my son,” Draco stated proudly and patted Azeas’ shoulder with a smile.

Again, the conversation was interrupted when the crowd cheered as the game began. Three Gryffindors quickly swarmed Maia as they attempted to block her from getting the Quaffle. She moved from right to left in rapid swings but was unable to break free. Harry gasped out loud as she suddenly flew straight at one of the Gryffindors, forcing him to move. He didn’t go far, but enough for Maia to pull her broom into a ninety-degree ascent. She stood perpendicular with the broom, her feet locked inside the stirrups, before looping over and under her blockers. In a flash, she flew off from under their dangling feet and snagged the Quaffle passed to her by a teammate with one hand. In the next moment the crowd cheered as it sailed through the goal.

“Her stubbornness does have its benefits,” Draco remarked, his eyes shining with pride. Harry smiled at him and was happy that Draco no longer seemed angry with Maia.

The game was fierce as the Gryffindors and Slytherins exchanged goals until they were tied. Apparently neither was willing to lose the first game of the year. The Snitch had shown itself only once and Draco had had to grab Harry’s hand before he pointed it out to the two teams’ Seekers. Harry had blushed and wrapped his arms around Azeas again. It had been a long time since he had been back on this pitch during the heat of a game. His cheeks were flushed with excitement and he enthusiastically yelled when both teams scored. But perhaps he yelled a bit more loudly when it was his own daughter putting it through the hoop.

However it was apparent that the stress of the game was getting to many players and play became rough. Especially when one of Maia’s throws was blocked and the Gryffindors were able to score moments later. Harry saw Maia’s face as she zoomed by: sweaty, angry, and determined. That did not bode well and sure enough, Maia slammed hard into a Gryffindor Beater, nearly knocking the boy off his broom.

A foul was called on Slytherin at that.

“She was too blatant,” Draco murmured. “She needs to control herself and learn subtlety.”

“This coming from the most outright cheater I’ve ever met?” Harry asked with a raised eyebrow.

“Hence why I know what she needs to do to improve.”

Harry shook his head. “She’s cheating! You shouldn’t encourage cheating or the improvement of it!”

“Of course I should.”

Rolling his eyes, Harry looked down at Azeas. “Az, don’t listen to your father. He has no sense of fairness when it comes to Quidditch.” With a glance at Draco, he added, “Or life in general, actually.”

Maia became rougher and Harry watched her plan several coups for the win. Gryffindor was able to block the attempts, but paid in injured teammates. Maia was not seen hurting any more players, but Harry was sure she was condoning it. Her play became more aggressive… and more dangerous.

“Why isn’t the referee calling this?!” Harry gasped as Maia nearly collided with three other players as she dived for the ball. She narrowly missed hitting the ground before swooping into a bank that brought her up and towards the goal. “This isn’t how she normally plays, is it?” Harry asked, turning to Snape.

“No. She’s striving for attention,” Snape answered in a low voice. Draco shot him a sharp look and then began searching the other stands.

“What do you mean? Norman?” Harry asked in confusion.

“No.”

Harry nearly snapped at the older man’s unhelpful answer when a thought occurred to him just as Draco made a low sound in the back of his throat. Harry looked over to where Draco was focused and found the bright bit of red hair nearly glowing in the sunshine.

Kellas O’Neill was across the field and to the right of them, standing in the stands in full view, her eyes trained on Maia. At that moment, Maia flew past and, just as she was within a few yards of Kellas’ position, she spun and did the equivalent of an aerial slide under another player before bolting after the Gryffindor who had the Quaffel.

“She’s flirting?!” Harry demanded in a strangled voice. “She’s going to kill herself to show off and impress her girlfriend?”

“It would appear so. Interesting. I’ve never seen you engage in such aggressive behaviour before in order to win our attention,” Snape commented. “But it seems to have O’Niell in a tizzy.”

“They do not have a relationship,” Draco bit out, glaring at Harry. “Do not refer to them as such!”

Harry ignored Draco to watch Kellas and was amazed to see that Snape was right. Kellas was smiling and laughing and nearly encouraging Maia to compete at her most ruthless.

“Gryffindor has found the Snitch! Gryffindor wins!”

Harry spun to look as the crowd began cheering at the announcement. The Slytherins were obviously angry at their loss as they flew back towards the locker rooms.

“I’m going to go make sure Bran stays away from Maia,” Azeas said as he stood and left with the stream of faculty leaving the stands. His parents followed soon after and quickly huddled inside Snape’s room to decide what to do about the new development.




“All right, we’ll have double the practices every week we go up against Gryffindor,” their team captain declared firmly. “I’ll sneak in to watch them when they’re on the field and see if I can figure out any weaknesses. We all will also make sure to watch every game they play for the same reason.”

Maia stood sullenly against her locker with her arms crossed, listening to the plans and new manoeuvres her team would be working on. When their new feint was decided, Maia happily stormed out of the locker room and down the dark corridors in the back part of the castle, away from everyone.

How incredibly irritating, losing the first game of the season! It was nearly more than she could stomach. On top of everything else in her life, she had to suffer this humiliation. She really hoped her parents had gotten a good look at what they had made her do! If they had been better at… at everything she wouldn’t have lost the game!

“You were beautiful out there, darlin’.”

Maia turned at the voice and was immediately enveloped in an embrace.

“Get off me!”

“So graceful. So vicious.”

Maia struggled to get the arms off her as she glared up into Kellas’ face. “You’re an octopus. Let go!”

Kellas looked down at her with an odd glint in her eye and smiled. “No, mo chroí, not this time.”

“What?” Maia’s eyes widened in shock before she was suddenly pushed through the doorway that Kellas had apparently been hiding in.

The door shut and Maia was able to make out an old classroom that looked as if it had suffered a spell lesson gone wrong before being abandoned. Kellas pushed her towards a back corner where a large feather mattress had been laid out and where candles burned, giving the only light in the dark dusty room.

“You have got to be out of your mind!” Maia hissed and tried getting free of the embrace.

“Shh,” Kellas whispered in her ear. “You’ll like it.”

Maia was then kissed to within an inch of her life.

Kellas’ mouth dominated her, forcing her own mouth open, and invaded. Maia was surprised at first, before realizing that it wasn’t so bad. She then concluded that it was actually the best kiss she’d ever experienced. Her hands gripped Kellas’ shoulders tight as Maia began kissing back.

Kellas’ lips left hers and Maia actually whimpered at the loss.

“Aye, darlin’, I’ll give you more,” Kellas murmured as she began biting and sucking on Maia’s ear and throat. Maia moaned at the delicious sensations and the tingles she felt up and down her spine. “You wanted my eyes on you, didn’t you?”

“Yes,” Maia whispered as the lips and mouth dipped lower. Her head tilted back and allowed greater access. Her resolve seemed to disappear as the kisses continued. She just wanted to give in a little. She had been fighting and been so angry. She could give in just a bit, right? And wouldn’t it kill her parents if they knew where she was and what she was doing? Maia smiled dreamily at that last thought.

“You were showing me how tough you are, weren’t you, darlin’? Showing me how fierce a fighter you are.”

Maia moaned in the back of her throat as Kellas licked and kissed along Maia’s collarbone.

“So ferocious. Were you trying to show me I should be afraid?” Kellas growled. “Were you trying to scare me off? Did you think I was going to run away?”

Maia brought her head back up and looked at Kellas through her eyelashes before licking her lips. “No, I knew you’d like it,” she murmured in a sultry tone. “I knew you’d want me more.”

“Good girl,” Kellas replied with a leer and roughly pushed Maia.

Maia cried out as she fell backwards and landed with a whump on the feather mattress. Before she could get her bearings, Kellas was on top of her, biting at her neck, making her cry out from pleasure and excitement rather than surprise. She arched her back at the sensations coursing through her body.

Kellas’ hands found their way under Maia’s shirt as her lips traced Maia’s jaw and found their way back to her lips. She kissed Maia deeply, commandingly, while Maia’s hands clawed the redhead’s back. Kellas bit down hard on Maia’s bottom lip, making Maia whimper and clutch Kellas to her.

Kellas pulled Maia’s shirt off over her head and instructed her to pull the tie from her hair. Maia’s blonde hair fell around her shoulders and lay on her breasts, which were cupped in a lacy bra.

Kellas made a sound deep in her throat before diving down and licking and biting above the bra cups. Maia moaned and tossed her head. Impatience won out and she slid her hands awkwardly under herself to unsnap the undergarment. She tugged at the straps and finally flung it away from her, baring her breasts.

“Ah, lass, you’re beautiful,” Kellas murmured as she lifted one pale mound into her hand, bringing it to her mouth.

“I know,” Maia answered with a moan as Kellas’ lips found her nipple and began to suck and bite. She heard Kellas chuckle. “There’s no shame in knowing who and what you are,” Maia added defensively and then sighed in pleasure.

“Aye, love. Shame should never be in your vocabulary.” Kellas’ mouth became too busy to talk after that, but the growls of pleasure, encouragement, and approval were all that were needed.

Maia was naked before she knew it. She felt Kellas lick and bite down her body, making Maia sigh and moan. Hands touched her knees and began to part them.

“You’re beautiful everywhere,” Kellas murmured into Maia’s thigh. “I always knew you would be. Always knew.”

Maia gasped as a kiss was placed right below her belly, on her pubic bone. Her back arched again, her legs opened wider, and she made a gasping sound as Kellas’ mouth found her. “Oh. Oh, sweet Venus’ tits!”

Kellas chuckled at the curse and continued on. Maia could only breathe and cant her hips upwards, begging for more, her head thrashing back and forth as the pleasure built slowly and steadily. Her hands clawed at the mattress as the crescendo built until she was ready and willing to climax when Kellas pulled away.

“What?” Maia’s eyes popped open and she stared at Kellas’ smiling lips, which were wet and glistening. Maia blinked and then glared. “You bitch! You better finish what you started right now, damn it!”

“Aye, aye, I will, love. But I want you to do something for me,” Kellas assured her as the redhead worked on her trousers.

Maia blushed. “Well, well, of course. I mean, fair’s fair. But I think you could have waited before demanding reciprocation.”

Kellas laughed and leaned down to kiss Maia hard. “I love you, Maia darlin’. You’re perfect.”

Maia blushed harder and looked away. Kellas’ fingers on her jaw brought her head back around and Maia got her first look at Kellas’ body.

Kellas was lean with small breasts and narrow hips. Her arms showed the work she did and were lined with lean muscle. But what fascinated Maia the most were the faint silver markings just above the red pubic hair. Maia came up on her elbows and traced them with the tip of her finger.

“Is… is that from you being…”

“Aye, it shows I’m for you.”

Maia snorted. “Do you Irish ever stop flirting and charming?”

Kellas grinned unrepentantly as she grabbed Maia’s hand and brought it to her lips. “No, love. Never. Aren’t you lucky?”

Before Maia could answer, her fingers were being sucked, and it thoroughly distracted her. Her hand was then slid down Kellas’ body until it rested back on the silver markings. Maia’s eyes opened as Kellas spread her legs a bit more and knelt between Maia’s knees before bringing Maia’s hand to her opening, where her fingers were pressed inside.

“Oh! Hot!” Maia whispered. Kellas chuckled and grunted as she swirled Maia’s fingers a bit before pulling them away again.

Maia frowned. “Wait, that couldn’t have been enough…”

“Aye, I do believe it was. For what I need it for.”

Looking down, Maia watched Kellas take her free hand and push her strong fingers inside Maia. Gasping, Maia jerked, trying to get away from the invasion, but Kellas held her in place as she thrust inside.

“It… it’s not… Stop!” Maia gasped and took a swing at Kellas.

“Does it hurt?” Kellas asked, barely feeling the slug to her shoulder.

“It… It’s not… Well, it doesn’t feel good! Stop!”

“No.” Kellas’s eyes looked into Maia’s and Maia found herself gazing at slitted pupils. “You’re mine, Maia.”

Maia nodded dumbly and winced as Kellas pushed farther in. It burned and was uncomfortable. Finally, Kellas pulled her own fingers out and suddenly pressed Maia’s in. Her eyes wide in surprise, Maia felt herself deep inside.

“Hot?”

Maia nodded. She watched Kellas press into her own body, pulling out glistening fingers, before shoving them inside Maia after pulling Maia’s hand away.

And then she began to do more than just shove.

“Oh! Oh, Circe!” Maia moaned as Kellas thrust inside her as Kellas’ thumb played on the outside.

“You’re delicious, darlin’,” Kellas breathed. “You’re fillin’ this room with your delicious scent. So perfect, love.”

Maia arched her back and moaned. Kellas’ mouth found Maia’s breast, biting at the nipple once again. Maia cried out at the contact and her hips thrust back. Her entire body shook and then tightened.

“That’s it, mo chroí, come for me. Just for me.”

With a breathy shout, Maia’s body clenched and released as she climaxed. Her arms came around Kellas’ back, gripping her tight as if afraid she would fall apart.

She fell back down slowly, her body struggling to regain its normal breathing habits. Maia felt Kellas dropping kisses on her breasts and neck and cheeks and nose. Anywhere Kellas could reach, she kissed.

When Maia felt she was under control, she opened her eyes and looked up at Kellas’ grin. “I suppose you want me to tell you how great you were?”

Kellas chuckled. “Already did, darlin’. Your body gave me your compliments.”

“Yes, well, good,” Maia said with a sniff. Then she frowned. “How do you want me to, er, return the gesture?”

Kellas shook her head with a smile before leaning down to kiss Maia on the mouth. “You already did that too. Your scent is as potent as whiskey.”

“It is?” Maia smirked and then frowned again. “You are talking about my pheromones, correct? Because I did shower after the game.” Maia’s frown deepened. “The game,” she growled.

Kellas made a clicking sound with her tongue and kissed Maia again. “I’ve got you and I want your attention on me.”

Maia sighed and gave a short nod. She quite enjoyed the way Kellas’ hands were running all over her body. She supposed she could forgo a rant about the game if it meant she could still feel good.

With another small frown, Maia cocked her head a bit as she looked up at Kellas. “My dad is an idiot. He said that all Superos were brutal. He said you would hurt me. Well, you did a bit, but no more than any other virgin’s first time.” She glared. “And don’t go bandying that information about.”

“Wouldn’t dream of it, love.” Kellas chuckled. “But your da is right, you know. Only because I love you was I able to control myself. And it was a close thing, I can tell you.”

“What do you mean?” Maia asked suspiciously.

Kellas began running her fingers through the hair at Maia’s temples. Maia would refrain from telling Kellas how good it felt. “Well, there were a lot of urges, you understand.”

“No, I don’t. That’s why I asked,” Maia retorted sharply, then sighed at the hands in her hair. She ignored the soft laugh above her.

“Well, you see, if I hadn’t wanted to take good care of ya, I would have slammed you into a wall when I first saw you walking down the corridor out there.”

Maia’s eyes opened wide in shock. “What?”

“Aye. And then I got the urge to hit you hard across the mouth when you got lippy with me,” Kellas added calmly as she thought. “I also nearly held you face-down by your hair.”

Maia was horrified and put her hands on Kellas’ shoulders, ready to shove her off and run. “You’re an animal! Why would you think those things?”

“Because of what I am,” Kellas stated matter-of-factly. “I’ve been having violent thoughts since I was a wee babby. I was always the rough and tumble sort and after a few turns fightin’ with me cousins and friends, I realized I had more then an Irish temper. I started learnin’ how to control it. Then, when I was about twelve or so, my great uncle comes up to me for a piece of conversation and tells me all about what an Indago was and what I was and where I could get more information about it. My Great Uncle Paul had been hiding what he was for forever, since he and his kind had been rounded up when they were kids. Him and a couple others were rescued right after ol’ Grindewald got his just desserts. He was the one who told me about your family and he and I would clip pictures of you and your dads when I was a young kid. I fell in love with you way back then.”

Determined to not be distractd, Maia narrowed her eyes. “So you… control yourself?”

Kellas grinned. “Aye. Most times. If I’m out for a pint though, I’m not making any promises.”

“But you still want to… do those things to me?”

Kellas scrunched her face up in thought for a second before replying. “No. No, I don’t want to do those things to you, darlin’. It’s more like a passing thought. I like how feisty you are. I like that if I were to ever lose it, you’d straighten me back out. You’re a strong one, Maia Malfoy. You’ve got guts.”

Maia preened a bit at the compliment and smirked. “Well, as long as you know that.”

“Aye, I know that.” Kellas came down for another kiss. “But there is one thing I may not be able to control for much longer,” she said into Maia’s mouth.

“What?”

“The scent.”

Maia blinked and pulled her head back. “You… You’re still controlling it?”

“Aye. It’s hard. I nearly let it slip a few times.” Kellas ran her finger over Maia’s cheek. “I didn’t want you to think you were controlled or coerced. I didn’t want your family thinking that either.”

“My family can take a giant leap,” Maia said haughtily. Then her eyes became soft and she smiled seductively. “But, if you were to promise not to do it all the time, I suppose you could… lose control once in awhile.”

Kellas laughed. “Ah, Maia darlin’, you’re my true love, you are.”