The Luckiest Man on Earth

The Luckiest Man on Earth



Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter and no trademark infrinnt int is intended or implied - not to say that I would not like to but please do not sue.



Chapter 21: The Morning After:



Four a.m.:



Alicia opened her eyes groggily in the confines of the bed. She was lying on her stomach covered in a heavy coverlet. She stretched then froze when she realized that the heavy coverlet she had wrapped around her was in fact a living breathing person. She jumped when the coverlet spoke.



“Don’t go,” murmured Angus Derrick. He buried his face deeper into her neck.



The events of the night flooded her head with memories as Ally licked her suddenly dry lips. She could clearly recall everything from their encounter in the dark alcove to their heated lovemaking in this bed. Her heart rate accelerated. She could feel his every inch of his nude body pressed against her equally naked flesh.



“It’s going to be dawn soon,” said Alicia softly. She blushed as she remembered that she was in Derrick’s room in the Slytherin dungeons. She buried her face in the pillow as Derrick’s big hands began to stroke her skin.



Alicia could still remember the almost dreamy passion for him that enveloped her hours before. His hands were reigniting that passion. She turned so that she was facing him. It was a mistake. She could see him now. His chest with it’s firm sculpted muscles and the light dusting of hair down his stomach, his slim hips and his sleepy passionate velvety eyes. Alicia felt her thighs quiver.



Her breath caught when he ran admiring hands over her firm breasts. His thumbs teased the rosy crests. “They are so utterly beautiful,” said Derrick with awed admiration. Alicia closed her eyes as Derrick began to press light kisses on her breasts. She gave a low moan as a big hand squeezed and petted the soft curves of her backside.



“I should go,” said Alicia helplessly.



“No,” said Derrick with a slight grin as he pushed her to her back and slid a knee in between her soft thighs. His lips teased her nipples until they were swollen and aching witnsatnsation.



“I have to go,” said Ally as she closed her eyes and stifled a moan. “What will your roommates say if they see me in the morning?”



“I don’t care what they say,” said Derrick as he nuzzled her throat and shifted his big body over Alicia’s.



Ally stroked a trembling hand over his thick bicep and bit her lip. “We shouldn’t do this,” said Ally thickly.



“Hmmmm,” said Derrick with a lazy grin. “We’ve done ‘it’ all ready. A few times. What’s one more time?”/>
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“I have a boyfriend,” protested Alicia weakly.



“Yes,” said Derrick a tad impatiently. He trailed his hand down her lush curves. Alicia cried out when his fingers slid into her cleft. “I know, Weasley.” Derrick grinned teasingly and murmured with a raised eyebrow, “Or is it Ter?”



“Oh gods,” gasped Alicia as she stiffened under Derrick’s hard body. “Terry. I…. oh gods.”



Derricks’ fingers leisurely explored Ally’s softness.



“I do believe Ter is equally as busy,” drawled Derrick. “Somewhere. It could be with anyone, you know how Terry is. He doesn’t have many inhibitions to begin with.”



“I know,” said Ally helplessly as she wriggled under Derrick’s stroking fingers. Her arms went around Derrick’s back and began to stroke the hard smooth muscles.



“So stop arguing love,” purred Derrick in Alicia’s ear. “I won’t tell if you won’t.”



“Merlin,” moaned Ally as she surrendered to Derrick’s clever fingers. She spread her knees for him as he surged over her trembling frame and entered her in a swift hard movement. He took one of her legs and wrapped it around his slim hips. Ally wrapped her other leg around his back.



“Gods, you are so fucking sexy, Spinnet,” moaned Derrick as he began to labor on top of Alicia’s quivering body. As Angus set her body on fire, Alicia dreamily ran her hands over his back and arms. She arched her body into his thrusts. She wondered hazily if this is what Flint felt like with the hard flexing muscles and hardy stamina. No wonder Katie looked so happy.





Daria winced as she moved her hips over to the side of the bed and tried to gently remove her arm from under Adrian’s heavy body. She gave a low hiss as her thigh muscles protested. Daria blushed in the dawn light. She was very sore in places she had never been sore before. She looked at Adrian’s relaxed sleeping face with a slight smile hovering around her lips. He had certainly provided her with an education the night before.



Daria stared into the dawn gloom with sightless eyes. She had really known nothing and he had known everything. His gentle guiding hands had shown her things that still made her cheeks grow warm. She turned to look at him again and gasped. His tawny topaz eyes were open.



“Where are you going,” asked Adrian sleepily as he touched her hand and tugged her closer.



“I should go,” said Daria softly. “Before Terry gets back. I don’t want him to find us together.”



“But it was a bacchanal,” said Adrian as he smoothed her hair away from her face. “We honored the goddess together like he presumable did with someone else.”



“But still,” said Daria with a pleading look at her housemate.



“Is this a one time thing, Daria,” asked Adrian as he traced a soft pattern on her hand. He looked into her eyes seriously.



“I…” stuttered Daria. She just assumed that a one-night spring fling was all Adrian was looking for. She was stunned as she heard the note of inquiry in his voice.



“I enjoyed the lovemaking, Daria,” said Adrian softly as he pulled her unresisting body down to lie on top of his warm sleepy frame. “I had the impression, you did too.”



“I…” said Daria helplessly as Adrian cut her off. His seeking warm lips softly explored hers for a hard stopping minute.



“I did,” confessed Daria as she looked into his tawny eyes. He kissed her again.



“Adrian,” moaned Daria as she held her fingers over his lips. “I…Terry.”



“I know,” groaned Adrian as he leaned his forehead on hers with a sigh. “I’m glad though.”



“Glad?” asked Daria as she pulled reluctantly away.



“Alec was looking for you,” said Adrian as he got out of bed and searched in his armoire for a robe. “I am glad I found you first.”



Daria blinked in surprise and blushed a rosy red when a nude Adrian wrapped her in his robe.



“I am afraid I disposed of your robes a tad too enthusiastically last night,” said Adrian with a teasing look in his eyes.



“Are we still friends Adrian,” said Daria with a small voice just before she left.



“Love,” said Adrian with a lazy grin. “We are more than friends now.”



“Adrian,” chided Daria.



“Of course, we are,” said Adrian as he leaned down and gave her a long lingering kiss on the mouth. “Always.”



After she left, Adrian lay awake and pondered his situation. He truly liked and admired Angelina. But he had enjoyed making love to Daria. Adrian had a suspicion that his vow of fidelity to Angie was spoken in the heat of the moment. He knew he really hadn’t meant it, after all he still slept with Ter. He turned over and tried to go back to sleep. His convoluted love life would somehow work itself out, wouldn’t it?



Seven a.m.:



Terry protested groggily as a persistent finger kept prodding at his shoulder. He opened a bleary eye to see a disgustingly cheerful Tarquin Bole.



“Rise and shine Higgs,” said Tarquin cheerily but quietly.



Terry rolled over on the bed and looked around the blue room with a puzzled expression. He watched Tarquin button his robes and tried to clear the cobwebs from his head.



“Tarquin, where the hell are we?” said Terry as he edged out of the bed. He gave the two nude sleeping witches in the bed a mildly curious look. He looked around on the floor for his robe.



“Ravenclaw Tower,” said Tarquin as he handed Terry his robe. “We better be nipping out of here before everyone gets up.”



“How do we get out of here,” asked Terry as he slipped his robes and then gasped as he saw the occupants of the other beds. All in all, there were roughly twenty wizards and witches scattered around in various states of undress.



“Follow me,” said Tarquin he the two Slytherins edged out of the door. “I’ve been here a few times.”



“The charmed staircase?” asked Terry with a worried look at Tarquin.



“Please,” said Tarquin airily. “The seventh year Ravenclaw witches disabled that months ago. Smart little naughty girls.”



“Thank Merlin,” said Terry quietly as they left Ravenclaw Tower. There was no one in the common room.



“I wonder,” said Tarquin with a slight twinkle in his green eyes. “If it was proper etiquette to just leave like that? Mind you, what would you write on a note? Thank-you for the lovely orgy?”



“Hell,” said Terry as they made their way swiftly to the Slytherin dungeons. “Do you think I could blame this whole incident on you, Tarquin, old man?”



“Daria is going to be displeased?” asked Tarquin with surprise. “It was a bacchanal. Anything goes when you honor the green goddess. Besides, you did no protesting when I invited you along last night.”



“True,” said Terry with a sigh. “Everyone is going to know. I saw every house represented there.”



“That is precisely why no one is going to blab,” said Tarquin with a grin. “Too afraid.”



“I am sorry about last night with that Ravenclaw girl, Moira, ” said Terry as he threw his arm around Tarquin.



“I know,” moaned Tarquin in frustration. “Honestly, I swear that witch is never going to let me shag her. Granted, I came pretty close last night.”



“I can’t believe she hasn’t fallen for your wit, charm and good looks,” teased Terry.



“I know,” said Tarquin ruefully.



“Why are you after her anyway?” asked Terry curiously.



“She just so smart,” said Tarquin with an unrepentant grin. “Everyone will be talking about it for ages. The cleverest witch in the school going out with me, an uneducated yob.”



“The chase,” said Terry with a laugh.



“Exactly,” said Tarquin as they walked into the Slytherin common room.



Terry looked at the pristine common room with a look of shock.



“How?” asked Terry as he looked at the clean and seemingly undisturbed room.



“I had my house elves come in for a covert little clean up this morning,” said Tarquin.



“How did they break the wards,” asked Terry.



“No idea,” said Tarquin airily.



“And another thing,” said Terry as he rubbed his un-aching temples. “I must have drank a barrel full of mead last night, yet I have no hangover.”



“That inhibition lowering potion had a lot of properties,” said Tarquin with a sparkling look of mischief. “One, it was dependent on the light. Two, it left no traces in the bloodstream six hours later. Three, it sharpened the memory.”



“You clever bastard,” said Terry in admiration.



“Yes,” said Tarquin with a bright smile. “This morning, many many people are going to wake up beside someone they do not know and they are not going to be able to blame the alcohol because they will have no hangover. And the crowning touch, they will remember every minute of the night before.”



“No one will be even thinking of Flint this morning,” said Terry with satisfaction.



“Yes,” said Tarquin. He tilted his head and looked at Terry quizzically. “I’ll bet you a hundred galleons that it will take until the evening meal before anyone thinks to ask me a crucial question.”



“What question?”



“Oh, the one about birth control potions.”



“Holy fuck, Tarquin,” said Terry as look of horror swept over his face.



“Don’t worry mate,” said Tarquin serenely. “But I hope you had some of the t frt fruits, honey cakes or eggs because if you didn’t, well let’s just say in nine months, you will wish you did.”



“You are an evil wizard,” said Terry with a look of relief.



“Yes,” said Tarquin. “But everyone knows that you must partake of the spring feast at a bacchanal.”



“Not everyone,” said Terry repressively.



“Well,” said Tarquin briskly. “That just shows that one should pay more heed to religion.”



Nine a.m.:



“Marcus?”



“Hmmmm.”



“Marcus?” said Katie a bit louder as she prodded Marcus’s foot with her own.



“Kitten,” said Marcus sleepily. “Go back to bed love.”



“Marcus,” said Katie quietly and insistently as she buried her face in his chest. “I can’t sleep. I have to ask you a question.”



“Go to sleep Katie,” protested Marcus.



“I am serious Marcus,” said Katie as she propped her chin on his chest and looked pleadingly up at him.



“What?” asked Marcus with a grumble /> />


“Am I too pervy?” asked Katie with a small voice.



“What?”



“Am I too pervy? I mean you had the mead last night but I didn’t. So when they came into the room, you had an excuse to why you watched but I can’t say the same, “ said Katie in one breath.



“Merlin Katie,” said Marcus with a sigh.



“Well,” asked Katie with a worried frown.



“Katie, you are not ‘too’ pervy,” said Marcus as he ran a hand down her back. “I would have watched anyway. Hell, so would have Adrian.”



“I know but…,” said Katie worri.


“Kitten,” said Marcus as he shifted so Katie lay half under him and he finally opened his eyes blearily. “I like you the way you are. And so what if you watched? I will never tell anyone. What we do in bed is our own business.”



“Are you sure,” said Katie as she snuggled into his large frame.



“Positive,” said Marcus as he tucked her head under his chin. “Go back to sleep and let me rest. You wore me out.”



“That’s true,” said Katie with a dreamy smile. “I had better go easy on you in the future, old man.”



“Just you wait,” said Marcus as his eyes drifted close.



“Promises,” whispered Katie as she fell asleep.



Ten a.m.:



She looked at his sprawled sleeping body and gave a sad smile as she lightly touched his sleeping face. He was such a beautiful boy with his sculpted muscles and beautiful eyes. It wasn’t the goblets of mead, or his beautiful face that had lured her into his bed. It had been the naked desire and admiration on his face as he gazed at her. The way he had slowly and reverently undressed her. He had made her feel beautiful. She pulled the cover closer to her naked breasts and went to look out of the window. She looked down at the lake glittering in the early morning sun pensively. She turned when he said her name sleepily from the tousled bed.



“Natalya,” murmured Rhys as he shifted up on the pillows and pushed the covers off his body and stretched like a big contented cat.



“Rhys,” whispered Natalya as she clutched the cover closer to her nude body. She licked her suddenly dry lips as he stretched out his long nude frame and leaned up on one hand.



“Come back to bed,” said Rhys as his greeny blue eyes darkened with passion and hunger. He ran a hand down his taut stomach. Natalya’s eyes followed his hand. She bit back a gasp as she saw his penis come to hard throbbing life under his petting hand.



Natalya walked towards him mesmerized and moaned when he ripped the cover from her nerveless hands and pulled her on top of his heated body.



“Have I told you how many times I fantasized about waking up with you,” asked Rhys in low growl in her ear as his hands caressed and petted her skin. “Touching you, kissing you, sucking you?”



“No,” said Natalya as she bit back a groan. His mouth was buried between her breasts. His fingers pulled on her nipples roughly and Natalya shuddered in pleasure as his hot mouth closed over a rosy crest. He brought her nipples to sweet aching points of sensation then continued his journey down her body. His clever tongue gave her clitoris several light teasing licks as she writhed under his mouth.



When he suddenly reared back and flipped her onto her stomach, Natalya gave a loud moan that increased in volume when he drove his distended cock deep inside her a scant second later. Natalya reared up on her knees and spread her legs as flames of desire licked up her thighs. She pushed her hips back into his thrusts and reveled in his moans of pleasure.



Natalya had been so surprised when they first made loShe She had expected it to be soft and sweet but it had been rough and unbearably exciting. Rhys was a very demanding lover. She was able to lose herself in his demands and the searing pleasure of his embrace. She tightened the muscled of her sheath around his thrusting penis and was rewarded with a cry.



“Do that again,” bit out Rhys as he pulled her hips harder into his thrusts. She obeyed and Rhys bit his lips as he struggled to keep from coming before she did.



Natalya panted and leaned her face down on her hands. A tight knot was growing tighter and tighter in her abdomen. She moved her hips back faster and faster. Natalya sobbed out his name a moment later when her orgasm shattered her into a thousand pieces.



Rhys savored the feel of her slippery sheath squeezing at his erection and threw back his head after series of hard deep thrusts of his hips. He came inside her with a smothered shout. He collapsed on her panting body and struggled for breath. He thought to himself that Aurelius Flint was completely mad. This woman was absolutely unforgettable shag.



“You are incredible, you know that?” said Rhys with a passionate note in his voice. He kissed her sweaty neck and his grip tightened possessively on her arms.



“Hmmm,” said Natalya sleepily.



“You should have slept while you could,” said Rhys in her ear as his hands began to wander.



“Ohhhh,” moaned Natalya.





Next Chapter Title: Searching



Aurelius is looking for Natalya.