The Last Man on Earth

The Last Man on Earth

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Chapter 22: Blackmail

Gryffindor Tower: Sunday afternoon:

Katie drifted into the common room with a little grin on her face. She had her robe tightly wrapped around herself because she didn’t want any of her housemates to realize that all she had on underneath her robe was a black lace slip. She gave a sigh of relief as she looked around the quiet room. Obviously, the Ravenclaw party had been a successful one. Hopefully, she wouldn’t run into Oliver. She froze when an icy voice said her name from the couch beside the fire.

“Ummm,” said Katie nervously, “Hi, Oliver.”

“Where have you been?” asked Oliver with an unhappy look on his handsome face.

“I got up early to send some owls,” lied Katie.

“Funny,” said Oliver. “Everyone said you’d be at the Ravenclaw party yesterday,” said Oliver. “But I didn’t see you there.”

“I was with a friend,” said Katie quietly as she sat beside Oliver.

“Flint,” hissed Oliver.

“Yes,” hissed back Katie. “He is my boyfriend.”

“I wonder how happy you’ll be that he’s your boyfriend,” said Oliver nastily, “when I tell Gryffindor how I found you in a hallway acting like his whore.”

“You will do no such thing,” said Katie quietly and dangerously.

“And why not,” said a furious Oliver. He was biting out his words.

“Because,” said Katie seriously. “I’ll tell everyone at Hogwarts why I broke up with you.”

“You have no proof,” said Oliver stonily, “while I have loads. People have seen you and Flint together a little too much, you know. There’s been talk.”

“So what?” said Katie. “There are people who will believe me. Enough people perhaps people who write for the Daily Prophet. Tell me, how did you meet him, anyway?”

“A Quidditch camp,” said Oliver with a glare.

“He’s loads older than you, Ollie,” said Katie with a keen look at Wood. He flushed with anger.

“Fine,” said Wood. “I won’t mention your sordid affair with Flint to anyone. That Slytherin arse is rubbing off on you Kate and not in a good way. The old Katie would have never stooped to blackmail.”

“The old Katie died the minute I opened that door and found you two together,” said Katie sadly. “And there is nothing sordid about Marcus and me.” Katie got up and left Oliver sitting on the couch.

As she made her way up the stairs, she sighed as she thought about her and Oliver’s ruined friendship. Going out and sleeping with him had been a terrible mistake on her part. She opened the door to her room and wearily dressed in a pair of comfortable old pajamas and looked at the pile of homework on her desk with a sigh. Just as she lifted a quill, she heard sobbing noises coming from Angelina’s bed.

Katie carefully parted the bed curtains and saw Angelina curled up on her bed with a mournful look on her face.

“What’s wrong love,” asked Katie with a note of concern in her voice.

“Nothing,” hiccupped Angelina.

“Love,” said Katie. “Something’s wrong. Is it Fred?”

Angelina burst into tears as Katie rubbed her back helplessly. Katie frantically looked around the room hoping to see Alicia. Angie was always the calm and serene one. Ally looked like she was still sleeping.

“Ally,” hissed Katie. “Wake up, you lazy wench!”

“What?” said Alicia sleepily. “I was resting my eyes.”

“Something’s wrong with Angelina,” said Katie as she soothed the still sobbing Angie.

Both girls piled on to Angie’s bed and eventually Angie stopped crying.

“I did something terrible last night,” said Angie tearfully. “And Fred will never forgive me.”

“What?” asked Ally. “Fred adores you, whatever it is, it can’t be that bad.”

“You will think less of me if I tell you,” wailed Angie.

“Angie, you know I sleep with one of Gryffindor’s biggest enemies,” said Katie soothingly. “And you also know I love it. So tell us, we are your friends.”

“Merlin,” said Alicia. “You know I slept with Higgs and Pucey at the same time and you still love me,” coaxed Alicia.

“I mistook George for Fred last night,” confessed Angelina.

“What’s a snog?” said Katie. “Nothing.”

“I wanked him off,” said Angelina. “Even after I knew it was George. He wanted me too. And I don’t know why but I did it.”

“George won’t tell,” said Alicia. “I’m sure of it.”

“I feel so guilty,” said Angie. “Then after I was so confused and upset. I ran into…someone and we-“

“You slept with him,” said Katie. “I know where you are coming from love. After I broke up with Oliver, I went a little mad at Quidditch camp. Those flings with Diggory and Davies still make me blush. I mean everyone in the school knows about Diggory thanks to Davies. And Cedric has remained so bloody nice through the entire thing. He understood about the rebound thing and he’s never said a single word. He treats me exactly like he did before we shagged, like a gentleman. Who was it love and will he tell Fred?”

“No,” said Angie. “He swore he wouldn’t. And for some reason, I believe him.”

“Angie,” said Alicia with a perceptive look. “Was it Adrian?”

“Yes,” said Angie as she blushed and hung her head.

“Merlin,” said Katie with her eyes wide.

“Angie,” said Alicia with a gleam in her eye. “He’s quite the hot shag isn’t he.”

“Yes,” said Angelina. “But it was a one time only thing. He knows that.”

“Merlin,” said Katie again. “I must be the only female Quidditch chaser Pucey hasn’t shagged, although technically we have slept together.”

“What?” gasped Alicia and Angelina.

“In the same room,” said Katie with a grin. “You pervy lot.”

“If you want,” said Alicia. “I’ll have a word with George for you. You haven’t been downstairs all day have you?”

“I’m too afraid that I’ll run into a Weasley or worse Pucey,” said Angie. “Could you please?”

“I have a plan,” said Alicia. “Leave it to me.”

The Great Hall: Supper:

“Merlin,” said Fred. “Where’s Angie?”

“She’s a bit upset with you,” said Katie, “something about the party last night.”

“What?” said Fred with a worried look. George gazed down at his dinner like it was the most interesting thing in the world. “She’s angry with me?”

“I wouldn’t say angry,” said Alicia. “Just reevaluating your relationship.”

“You know,” said Katie with an airy glance at Fred. “I mean she’s an attractive girl. I think she may be getting ready to move on. We are telling you because we are your mates too and we don’t want to see you hurt Fred.”

“Does she think I was ignoring her last night,” said Fred getting a trifle worked up. “I wasn’t. I was helping the Ravenclaws with the entertainment. My brother here slopped off somewhere so I had to do it by myself.” George gave a jerk of surprise. He didn’t lift his head though.

“My,” thought Katie, “someone looks more than a little guilty.”

“Alicia,” continued Fred. “I need to speak to her. Maybe some flowers or something will make her forgive me.”

“I’ll ask her Fred,” said Ally with an innocent look. “But it may not help.” Fred’s face went pale and George’s gaze finally jerked up. Katie looked at him searchingly. George’s face flushed in sharp contrast to his twin’s face.

Fred got up and dragged Alicia off towards Gryffindor Tower. George made a move to follow but Katie stopped him with a hand on his sleeve.

“George,” said Katie with a gleam in her eye. “Walk me back to Gryffindor.”

During their nearly silent walk, Katie could see George struggling to work up the courage to speak to her. Finally, Katie had enough and stopped in her tracks.

“George,” said Katie bluntly. “I think Angie is going to break up with Fred tonight because of what happened between you two last night.”

“She can’t,” said George. “It will devastate him.”

“She’s eaten away with guilt,” said Katie. “Why didn’t you stop her? She was drunk.”

“I know,” groaned George. “So was I. I’ll never tell Fred and tell Angie I’m sorry. I know I pushed her to do it and I can’t stop feeling guilty as well. Merlin, can’t we forget it all happened? That it was a bad dream?”

“I can try,” said Katie with a reluctant look. “It will be hard though. You have to promise to never speak to anyone about this incident again.”

“I promise,” begged George. “I can’t stand to see Fred unhappy and he loves her.”

“Mission accomplished,” thought Katie as they entered the common room. She went up the stair to tell Angelina that the whole incident was behind them now. Fred will be relieved when Angie ‘forgives’ him and George will be doubly relieved when Angie forgives him as well.

Slytherin Dungeons: Sunday afternoon:

“Merlin,” said Adrian’s languid voice from his bed. “I’m so lazy, I don’t even want to get dressed today.”

“At least,” said Terry as he ate chocolate while lounging on the couch wearing a pair of boxers and nothing else. “There’s food here to tide us over. Marcus, is there any stock left at Honeydukes?”

“No,” said Marcus lazily from his bed.

“What did you do last night?” asked Adrian as he stretched and gave a heavy lidded secret smile.

“I went to bed early,” said Terry primly.

“Alone,” asked Adrian with a note of shock.

“No,” said Terry. He smiled as he thought about the lovely night he had spent with Alicia Spinnet in a deserted room in the North Tower.

Flashback:

“Terry,” moaned Alicia as she arched her back she straddled his supine body.

Terrence pulled her face down so he could kiss her and his hips jerked up as her hips flashed down. His hot seeking tongue explored her mouth as his fingers rubbed her red hard nipples. Alicia moaned helplessly. He was lying on a hard floor with only his cloak to cushion his body.

“Come on,” said Terry throatily as he moved Alicia off his erection and urged her to her hands and knees on his cloak. He got up on his knees and drove his penis deep inside her from behind with a guttural moan. His thrusts were hard and deep as he drove them both towards an orgasm.

“Please,” whispered Alicia. She was thrusting her hips back towards him.

“Ally,” said a panting Terrence. He could feel her sheath clenching at him. She felt so hot and wet.

Alicia could feel every heated inch of him as he drove himself inside of her faster and faster. As she orgasmed, she shrieked his name. Moments later, she could feel him still hard inside her and still driving deep. A salacious thought occurred to her and she opened her passion filled eyes.

“Terry,” moaned Alicia. “Come on my breasts.”

“Yes,” moaned Terry as he pulled out of her and Alicia turned on her back. Terry quickly straddled her body. He grasped her breasts and drove his distended penis into the furrow he created in between them. Alicia urged him on with panting moans.

Terry could feel his entire body tighten as he came in spurts on her pretty breasts. He watched her flushed face as he came against her hot flesh with passion filled eyes. After he finished, he used the head of his penis to rub his semen into her silky flesh like it was lotion.

End Flashback:

“Oh Terrence,” said Adrian. “I asked you a question.”

“What question,” asked Terry with a small smile.

“Which girl, out of all the girls at Hogwarts, do you fancy?” asked Adrian.

“Alicia Spinnet,” said Terry with a smile from the couch.

“Katie Bell,” said Marcus with a satisfied rumble from his bed.

“Merlin,” said Adrian. “No one you’ve had, someone you haven’t or can’t have. It’s fantasy time mates. Mine is Madame Hooch.”

“You pervy pervy git,” said Marcus.

“What about Johnson,” said Terry idly. “You’ve been hot for her for years.”

“Oh,” said Adrian casually. “Of course her.” He smiled to himself from the privacy of his bed.

“Okay,” said Terry. “I’d fancy a go at that little friend of Potter’s. Or that pretty Chang girl from Ravenclaw. Marcus, you’ve always had a thing for Ravenclaws.”

“The littlest Weasley boy?” said Marcus a little shocked.

“No,” said Terry. “Granger. So quiet, prim and proper.”

“A little young, you perv,” said Adrian.

“Fantasy time,” said Terry. “Not that I would do it. What about you, Marcus.”

“I said Katie,” said Marcus.

“Not your flipping woman,” said Adrian impatiently. “Someone else.”

“Well,” said Marcus as he thought about it. “Okay, Penelope Clearwater.’’’

“Why?” asked Adrian with a curious look.

“It would drive Percy Weasley mad,” said Marcus with a grin. “You know what they say in Ravenclaw, once you go Slytherin, you never go back.”

The boys spent the rest of the afternoon playing exploding snap and generally lazing around.

The Astronomy Tower: late Sunday night:

“Merlin,” gasped Roger Davies as he watched her dark head bob up and down on his lap.

“No,” said Billy as she grinned up at him. “It’s not Merlin.”

Davies grasped her head and urged her to his lap. Billy resumed her ministrations until he was gasping and moaning. When his entire body stiffened and he came in her mouth, Billy struggled to remove her mouth but Davies had a strong grip on her neck, so she swallowed.

“Bastard,” said Billy minutes later as Roger zipped up his trousers.

Roger grinned then pulled her up against his body as she struggled to get away.

“You love it when I’m rough,” said Davies. “Come back to my room.”

“No,” said Billy as she straightened her clothes.

“Why not,” said Davies. His voice lowered as he whispered in her ear. “I’ll fuck you so hard Billy. I know how much you like it.”

Billy wavered then gave a secret smile as she allowed Davies to coax her to come to his room. By the end of the night, she would know which Ravenclaw whore Flint was fucking. The Slytherin bastard thought she never caught on about Persephone Stebbins last term. Just as long as she got that wedding ring on her finger, Marcus could have the Stebbins girl as his mistress or his current shag, Billy could care less.