The Luckiest Man on Earth

The Luckiest Man on Earth



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



Chapter 29: Sunday Night:



The Slytherin Dungeons:



“How do you like this colour, Marcus?” asked Katie. She was sitting beside him on the couch in front on the fire. It was a rainy, spring evening.



“Hmmm,” asked Marcus absently.



“This shade of blue would look nice in our bedroom,” said Katie with a slight frown as she held up the paint chip.



“The townhouse is already furnished,” said Marcus curiously. “What does it matter?”



“Your mother told me to change a few things if I wanted to,” said Katie patiently. “It will make the townhouse feel more like ours rather than your parents’.”



“You’ve been corresponding with my mother?” asked Marcus with a curious look.



“Of course,” said Katie. “The wedding does not plan itself. By the way, the colours for the wedding are red and gold.” Katie smiled to herself as she waited for his reaction. She didn’t need to wait long.

“Red and gold,” said an outraged Marcus. “Are you fucking mad?”



“You said that I should decide,” said Katie with a slight mocking tone. “You said that you didn’t care.”



“Gryffindork colours!” said an incredulous Marcus.



Katie raised her eyebrow at him.



“But,” sputtered Marcus.



“But what?” asked Katie innocently.



“Oh hell,” said Marcus with a pout. “Fine then. But I am never going to hear the end of it from my mates.”



“Good thing then,” said Katie with a smile. “That I am just kidding.”



“You are an evil, little witch,” said Marcus solemnly. “Did you know that?”



“I get it from you,” pointed out Katie. She smiled as Marcus leaned in and gave her a slow, lazy kiss.



“Kitten,” coaxed Marcus. “What are the colours? Green and silver?”



“Are you completely mad?” asked Katie with a snicker at the look of disappointment on his face.



“I hope not red and green,” said Marcus. “It would be like a horrid Yule party gone completely wrong.” Marcus shuddered.



“The colors are white, silver and silvery blue,” said Katie with a pleased sigh. “And the flowers are going to be masses of gardenias, lily of the valley and white roses. Your mother assures me that it is going to look gorgeous.”



“I am so pleased that you and my mother are getting on so well,” said Marcus as he shifted his arm around her shoulders and pulled her into a comfortable embrace. His mind skipped over the flower nonsense.



“Your mother is really not how I thought she would be,” said Katie thoughtfully. “She seems so vague but she really can be very perceptive. She told me I could change anything I wanted in the townhouse and not to think that she would be offended or hurt if I did. We are changing the room next to ours to a nursery. Did you know that the former nursery was on the floor above? I couldn’t be that far away from the baby. I want to paint it yellow but your father wants the nursery to be blue. I think I can safely say that he hopes for a boy.”



Marcus stiffened beside her but didn’t say anything.



Katie looked at his closed face and asked, “Are you still angry with your father?”



“We haven’t had any contact since the article about his mistress,” said Marcus stiffly. He stroked her shoulder thoughtfully. “I did get an owl from him this afternoon but I haven’t opened it. When have you been owling my father?”



“He owls me,” said Katie. “He said he wanted to get to know me.”



“Too bad he’s never said that to me,” grumbled Marcus.



“He does love you very much, Marcus,” said Katie hesitantly. “He asks about you all the time. And he did support you when you had to tell my parents about the baby.”



“He did,” said Marcus grudgingly.



“Are you going to open the letter?”



“Should I?” asked Marcus.



“Yes,” said Kati sha shadow of sadness crossed her face.



“What is it?”



“My father hasn’t written me since the day he found out I was pregnant,” said Katie in a small voice. She buried her face against Marcus’s arm. “I think that he’s terribly disappointed in me.”



Marcus stroked her hair. “He’ll come around, love,” said Marcus comfortingly. “When the baby comes.”



“Do you think so?” asked Kate with her eyes still brimming with tears.



“How could he be disappointed in you, Katie?” asked Marcus gruffly. “When you are the most perfect witch in Britain?”



“You are a touch biased, Marcus,” said Katie with a shaky laugh.



“No,” protested Marcus then he laughed. “Okay then, let’s look at those paint chips. I don’t want a poncy shade of blue or, Merlin forbid, a shade of baby blue. And no flowery things.”



“Why don’t you open that letter from your father,” coaxed Katie. “You can go get it and get me another cup of hot chocolate at the same time.”



“Are yore tre the baby needs that much chocolate?” asked Marcus skeptically as he went to get her another cup and the letter. He poured himself a dram of Tarquin’s expensive scotch at sam same time.



“Positive,” said Katie. She closed her eyes in bliss as she took a sip.



Marcus opened the letter and quickly read it. He gave a small sound that made Katie open her eyes to look at him. Marcus looked completely flabbergasted.



“What is it?” asked Katie. Marcus only held out the letter. Katie took it and read.



“Gods,” gasped Katie.



“I know,” said Marcus with a rueful laugh. He got up and poured himself a large glass of scotch.



“It’s just wonderful,” said Katie with shining eyes.



“What?” asked Marcus.



“From my contact with your mother,” said Katie. “I knew that she loved your father. I mean she loves your father the way I love you. I think it’s just incredible that your father can say it now, too. Maybe this whole situation was the push they needed to get their marriage back on track.”



“It’s just so strange,” said Marcus pensively. “I don’t want him to hurt her again. But I know this reconciliation is what they both want. I can remember the look in my father’s eyes when he said that he loved my mother in his own way. I remember thinking that in your own way is the only way that you could love another person. Ie the that he doesn’t end up hurting her.”



“Loving someone is about hurting, Marcus,” said Katie. “You open yourself up to letting another person into your heart. Sometimes, it can hurt. But I think that it is a hurt that has its own rewards.”



“I would never hurt you,” said Marcus passionately.



“I know,” said Katie simply. “But one day you will.”



“When?” asked Marcus with an outraged tone.



“In about seven months,” said Katie. “This baby’s birth is going to hurt. But it’s a good pain. It comes from my love for you and the child we created together. After all, how will we know when we are happy if we don’t have a little sadness, as well?”



“You know,” said Marcus seriously. “You are way more grown up than I am.”



“I know,” said Katie with a teasing smile. “You are just a man. You can’t help being immature.”



“Me,” said an outraged Marcus. “I’ll have you know that I am very mature. Just last week, I had the perfect opportunity to hex both Davies and Woody. Did I? No.”



“I have a slight inkling that it was the thought of getting caught that made you change your mind,” said Katie dryly as Marcus gave a mock look of hurt.



“I would never had gotten caught,” said Marcus smugly.



“That’s true,” said Katie. “No one ever caught on it was you and your mates that pranked the broom sheds.”



“No,” sputtered Marcus. His high cheekbones flushed a telltale pink.



“Yes, it was,” said Katie serenely as Marcus kept sputtering his denials. “It has your fingerprints all over it. Fred and George would never have been devious enough to prank ALL of the broom sheds. Though I was glad to see that you didn’t go completely mad. You did not touch my broom. Luckily for you, I would have cut you off.”



“Cut what off?” asked Marcus. He knew perfectly well what she was refering to. Marcus decided to himself that having a clever witch as a wife was going to be more demanding than he thought.



“You would have had to beg, Flint,” said Katie with a smirk. “I may have made you wait until after the baby came.”



“No,” said Marcus with a heavy-eyed look at Katie. “Love, you could have never waited that long for a shag, you insatiable witch.”



“Sure I could,” said Katie as she bit her lip. She knew perfectly well that Marcus was right.



“Are you scared?” asked Marcus. His mind leapt to the thought of the coming baby. “About actually having the baby?”



“Gods, yes,” said Katie. “Sometimes I lie awake and think of all the things that could go wrong.”



“If I could,” said Marcus seriously. “I would take the pain for you.”



“I know,” said Katie as she stroked his face. “That is why I love you. Although, during the birth, if I threaten your life in any way, I am saying it with love.”



Marcus looked into Katie’s serious greeny blue eyes and laughed.



“Poor Marcus,” thought Katie dreamily as she let him kiss her throat. “He doesn’t think that I am serious. He’ll learn.”



Marcus was kissing his way down Katie’s throat when a sudden noise made them both jump.



“Terry,” said Marcus testily. “Put some clothes on.”



Katie squeaked in surprise when a flushed and extremely naked Terry crawled out from his closed bed curtains. She giggled when Marcus put his hands over her eyes.



“Sorry,” drawled Terry insincerely. “Do either of you know what time it is?”



“It’s half eight,” said Marcus. His hands were still clamped over Katie’s eyes. “Put a robe on, you tart.”



“Not like Bell hasn’t seen it before,” pointed out Terry. But he put on a robe after Marcus’s eyes flashed at him.



“He’s right,” said Katie tartly after Marcus took his hands away. “I have seen naughty bits before.”



“Yes,” said Marcus sulkily. “But my naughty bits are the only ones you are allowed to see.”



“I’m so hungry,” said Terry as he gathered clothing off the floor. “I have to nip down to the kitchens before she wakes up.”



“So,” said Marcus with a smirk. “Who are you shagging today? Or do you not know his or her name?”



“It’s Alicia,” said Terry with a pouty look. “I have turned over a new leaf.”



“Once a tart, always a tart,” teased Marcus.



“Now, Marcus,” said Terry with a raised eyebrow. “We do not want to go down memory lane, do we?”



“He has a point,” said Katie.



“I was never as tarty as Terrence,” said Marcus. “In fact, I do not believe that is possible.”



“Katie, love,” said Terry as he left the room. “Have Marcus tell you the story about his summer he turned sixteen.”



“I can’t recall what Ter was refering to,” said Marcus with an innocent look. “In fact, I do believe Ter has me mixed up with Adrian.”



“That is such a wicked lie,” said Katie incredulously.



“I told you about it,” said Marcus as he chewed his lip.



“That friend of your mother’s?” asked Katie as she ran a finger down his chin. Marcus swallowed and nodded. “Tell me.”



“Are you saying you want me to tell you how I lost my virginity,” said Marcus thickly. His voice dipped when Katie undid a button on his shirt. She kept undoing buttons with a thoughtful look on her face. Her fingers dipped in to rub his chest.



“Yes,” said Katie with a slight smile on her face.



“It happened at a house party my parents were having in honor of their anniversary. They had invited a house full of guests for the weekend,” said Marcus as he wriggled under her stroking hands. “I was forbidden to leave the grounds of the manor that weekend. I had gone down to the village with Adrian, Tarquin and Ter the weekend before and we got drunk in the pub. We did a few mad things and my dad had to come and smooth it over with the local constabulary. I was in trouble and very sulky about it. I wasn’t allowed to see my mates for an entire week.”



“Poor Marcus,” said Katie in a mocking tone. She ran her fingers up Marcus’s thigh. He shivered.



“That afternoon,” said Marcus. “I went swimming in the pool.”



“You have an outdoor pool,” interrupted Katie. “In the middle of Wiltshire. That’s completely mad. You could only use it a few months out of the year.”



“Enchanted, love,” said Marcus. “In winter, it’s enclosed.”



“Oh,” said Katie as she idly ran a finger up and down the front of his trousers. Marcus shifted under her finger.



“After I got out of the pool,” said Marcus. “She was sitting in one of the chairs watching me. She told me she had been watching me stroke back and forth. Her name was Mellisande Avery. Her husband is quite old. I didn’t know it but my father and her were lovers but he had recently dumped her. She was looking for revenge.”



“What did she do next,” asked Katie.





“Did you get hard,” whispered Katie.



“Of course,” said Marcus with a slight grin. “Up until that point, I had a handjob from a couple of girls but nothing more. I remember looking towards the manor but no one was outside,” said Marcus as he thought back to that hot summer day. “She started stroking me. Then just as I thought I was going to come, she stopped. And then she asked me, quite conversationally, if I wanted to fuck her. All I could do was nod.”



“Where,” asked Katie as she licked her lips. She ran a finger over the bulge in his trousers. She gasped as Marcus lifted her to straddle him. She settled down on his lap facing him.



“In the garden,” said Marcus. “She led me into my mother’s rose garden.”



“What did she look like,” asked Katie curiously as she ran her hands down his firm chest.



“I can’t really remember,” said Marcus with a slight frown. “She smelt exotic like jasmine flowers. She did get me too excited, though. I really didn’t need her to lick my cock, at that point. I was harder than I could believe. But she did. I nearly came in her mouth. Then she showed me where to put my cock. I can remember what it felt like to touch her pussy for the first time. How soft and slippery it was. Gods, when I pushed inside her, it felt like heaven. I must have lasted a whole two minutes. The second time was right after the first. I lasted longer. After that shag, she showed me how to make her come with my tongue. I wasn’t sure about that at first but then she reciprocated. She told me that if I expected a girl to give me a blowjob then I should learn to return the favor. I loved the blowjob very much so I did what she wanted and learned to lick her in the right places.”



“Is she the one who taught you to use your tongue like that, you wicked boy?” asked Katie huskily.



“That night,” said Marcus with a smile. “I thought my tongue was going to fall out from overuse. But fuck did I feel good after she left my room that night.”



“What happened that summer?” asked Katie. She wriggled against his erection. She slipped her hands in his trousers and stroked him.



“I looked for the wives that looked bored or had old husbands,” said Marcus as he closed his eyes as she touched his erection. “It made the weekends enjoyable. Each and every woman had something different to teach me. They used to sneak up to my room. We would flirt over dinner then I would wait for them.”



“That is so wicked,” breathed Katie.



“Wicked good or wicked as in bad?” asked Marcus.



“I think both,” said Katie as she kissed Marcus hungrily. Marcus fed on her mouth as she stroked him. Another noise broke them apart. Katie’s face went scarlet as she looked towards the door.



“Oh,” said Daria as her face went red as well. “We were just leaving.”



“No we weren’t,” said Adrian with a look of bewilderment. He scowled as Daria dragged him out the door.



“It’s getting crowded in here,” grumbled Marcus.



“Yes,” said Katie. “I should go.”



“Hell no,” said Marcus. “What about your bloody paint chips?”



“We weren’t looking at them,” whispered Katie.



“Maybe if you draped them over my naked body,” coaxed Marcus as he lifted Katie in his arms and carried her to his bed. “You can see what would match in our bedroom.”



“What are you on about?” asked Katie breathlessly.



“Seeing as we are going to be nude most of the time in that room,” said Marcus with a grin. “We should get a shade that would compliment our skin tones. Besides, we should get full use of the paint chips. Waste not, want not.”



“Show me,” whispered Katie with a grin. “What you learnt that summer, you naughty boy.”



The Slytherin Common Room:



“Why are we out here,” whined Adrian.



“They were busy,” said Daria as she sat beside him. “I felt strange being there.”



“I thought we were going straight to my bed, anyway,” said Adrian with a pout. He ran a finger down her swollen lips. “We were already here kissing for nearly an hour. I wanted to get you naked.”



“They would know,” said Daria with her eyes wide.



“Marcus saw us the other morning,” said Adrian.



“But Katie is there,” protested Daria. She gasped when Adrian ran a hand up her thigh. She opened her mouth to tell him to stop but he covered her lips with his and thoroughly kissed her until she couldn’t think. She made a protesting noise in her throat when his fingers slipped inside her pants.



Adrian sucked on her tongue as his fingers explored her moist cleft. He could feel her tremble as he stroked her the way he knew she liked. He pulled away and pulled her pants down to pool around her ankles.



“Adrian,” said Daria in a daze. “Someone could see.”



“It’s empty in here,” said Adrian huskily. “No one can see us in this corner. Besides, you don’t want to go to my room and I want you.”



“Please,” protested Daria. She wasn’t sure if she wanted Adrian to stop or to continue. She couldn’t think when he was touching her. She groaned when his hand covered her mound and caressed her. His demanding mouth closed over her lips and Daria was lost in the excitement of his kisses. The next few minutes passed in panting moans and bitten back cries. Daria was about to beg Adrian to take her back to his room when a noise came from the chair opposite the couch.



“Don’t stop on my account,” murmured Alec. He was leaning back watching them from the chair opposite. Daria was breathless. Alec’s stormy grey eyes were fixed on Daria’s exposed pussy. Daria could feel a hot flush of excitement go through her. She gave a soft moan when Alec licked his lips.



“She’s gorgeous, isn’t she?” asked Adrian as he ran a finger down her swollen cleft.



“Beautiful,” whispered Alec.



Daria gasped as Adrian nuzzled her throat and then slid a finger into her slippery sheath.



“I bet,” said Alec raspily. “She is absolutely delicious.”



“She is,” said Adrian throatily.



“If you want,” said Alec as he got to his feet. His eyes were fixed on Daria. She could see the desire in his flashing eyes. “You both could continue this in my room. I’ll be waiting. ”



Daria swallowed as she watched Alec leave the common room. She moaned when Adrian kissed her throat.



“What do you want to do, love,” asked Adrian. “We could go back to my room or we could join Alec.”



“I don’t know,” said Daria as she bit her lip. The thought of being with both Alec and Adrian was exciting to her. “I want what you want.”



“It is up to you,” rejoined Adrian.



“No,” protested Daria. Her eyes were heavy with passion. “I want to please you, Adrian. I want to make you happy. If it would please you to share a bed with Alec tonight, I would do it.”



“For me,” purred Adrian.



“Yes. For you. I would do anything for you,” said Daria softly. “Like I said, I want to please you.”



“You want to be my slave,” said Adrian with a smile.



“No,” said Daria seriously. “I want to be your lover. I want you to be satisfied with our sex life. I want to make you happy.r />r />


“You do make me happy,” said Adrian huskily. “If we go, you don’t have to do anything if you don’t want to.”



“Do you want to go?” asked Daria as she slipped her pants back up her legs.



“Yes,” said Adrian huskily. “I do.”



“Then we will go,” said Daria firmly as she led Adrian towards Alec’s room. She took a deep breath. She meant every word. She was a pragmatic Slytherin. She knew that Adrian was fond of threesomes. She was falling in love with Adrian but she never lost sight of her main goal. She wanted to marry Adrian Pucey.