To Be Or To Be Nott

Disclaimer: The Harry Potter universe and all the characters are property of J.K. Rowling and whomever else has a finger in the huge franchise. I do not. I make no money nor do I claim any ownership of the people, places, and things (unless I make them up as we go). It is only to have some fun do I write this story, in hopes of some entertainment.

Warning: Gasp! Some graphic smuttiness ensues. Read at own risk.

“He did what?” Daphne exclaimed, her eyes wide with shock, her mouth open in a little ‘o’.

“He left me there,” Blaise replied calmly. Her face was passive, belying the rage she felt inside. She hated being bested and that is exactly what Draco Malfoy accomplished. “He, of course, did not leave me for long. However when he returned he had brought friends.” Daphne gasped again. Blaise smiled weakly at her. “Two of his chasers, Klaus Farlig and Sven Kaunis. I was on display like so much meat. His damnable seed still covered my body.”

The two girls walked in silence to the Great Hall for lunch. They took up seats at the Slytherin long table and began to fill their plates. Theodore and Kamal joined them. The scent of the food swirled around them and eased the humiliation Blaise felt. She made sure she grabbed several brownies from the deserts. She wanted to erase the shame with about a years worth of the rich chocolate treats.

“Did they just look at you, aziz?” Kamal asked with a knowing leer.

Blaise snorted in disgust. “Of course not. Don’t be such a fool Kamal. They took turns with me. Malfoy just sat back and watched.” She let a light smile play at her lips. “I did however manage to steal his thunder.”

Theodore glanced up and swallowed his mouthful of food. “And how did you manage to steal his thunder as you so elegantly put it?”

“By enjoying myself naturally,” she laughed. Her face flushed at her friend’s looks of astonishment. “Having two very virile young men focus so intently on one’s self tends to make a lady feel rather special. If memory serves me, I managed to have three orgasms before Malfoy dismissed the two dear boys.” Blaise finished her statement with a look down the table and gave the two boys a wink. They grinned broadly. Malfoy caught the exchange and seethed.

Blaise went on, “But two boys are not worth a damn if a man is present. Professor Weasley could save me from all these little boys.”

“You mean you would actually deign to stay with only one person?” Theodore asked in amusement.

Blaise shrugged lightly. “Perhaps.” Her friends laughed sceptically causing her to smile dazzlingly. “Still, I would give him due course. His resume would be considered just as everyone else’s.”

Theodore thought about the class. It was getting better. That wasn’t very difficult when you considered what last year’s class had been like. He was ashamed that it had been such a close call against that twit Longbottom. Close was not what he wanted. Downright victory. This would call for more practice.

Daphne spoke which brought Theodore out of his reverie. “Yes, Professor Weasley is quite the crumpet.”

“Oh I would say he’s more of a muffin, dear,” Blaise commented. “More flavour.”

Kamal sulked as the two girls giggled. Daphne noticed and put her hand on his knee. “Not to worry Kamal, you will always be the number one turkey in our circle.” Both girls squealed out their laughter as Theodore tried valiantly not to spew his juice out his nose.

“As long as you’re the one to gobble me up, Miss Greengrass,” Kamal said seductively causing Daphne to blush crimson. The other two rolled their eyes.

“Get a room you two,” Theodore exclaimed much to the consternation of Kamal and Daphne. Theodore looked around the hall and his eyes locked on Lisa. She was looking his way and he gave her a brilliant smile. Excusing himself from the table Theodore quickly headed to the exit. He stopped just in front of the big doors and looked at Lisa. He winked and gave a barely noticeable nod before he pushed the doors wide and sauntered out.

Lisa caught up to him a minute later. He was leaning against the wall next to the staircase that led to the dungeons. Lisa glanced around and when she didn’t see anyone else about, ran to him and threw her arms around his neck. They kissed briefly but ardently before Theodore broke away. He took her hand and pulled her down the stairs.

The Ravenclaw witch grimaced as the cold and the mouldy smell hit her. She hated the dungeons. Give her the Ravenclaw tower and a warm place to read and she was content. Being down in the bowels of the castle was only tolerable with Theodore. And then sometimes not even then. It all depended on what kind of mood Theodore was in. He was so temperamental.

Reaching the entrance to the Slytherin common room, Lisa pulled back a bit. Theodore turned to look at her and saw the hesitation in the girl’s eyes. He took her hand and kissed her palm lightly. “No worries, Turpin,” he told her. “No one’s here. They all have class. Every one of them.”

“We do too, you know,” Lisa replied.

“No we don’t. We do have an appointment with a bed though. Come on. No turning back.” With that said, he whispered the password so Lisa couldn’t hear and pulled her into the chamber.

The Slytherin common room wasn’t the warmest place but it was luxurious. A fire place took up one whole wall and was fronted by a large sofa. A few chairs that looked to be extremely comfortable were positioned on the sides. It was dark in the common room, not a good place to read. The walls green. The floor silver tiled. The air smelled of pine. Lisa figured it was to mask the mildew and mould.

Theodore pulled his wand out of his robes and ignited the fire. It roared to life sending it’s heat and light around the room. Lisa was relieved to note the room became a lot more cheery with the extra brightness. Theodore guided Lisa to the couch and they sat down. It’s comfortable cushions contoured around them as they cuddled. The young man’s hands crept around the girl and pulled her to him. As their lips met, Lisa sighed contentedly and melted to him.

“Theodore,” Lisa purred as his lips pressed against the hollow of her throat. “Shouldn’t we go to your room?”

His teeth grazed her skin making her breath hitch. “I like it here,” Theodore replied. “We’re fine. Like I said, no one will be back for hours. Don’t you listen?” His mouth captured hers again and his tongue darted into her mouth.

Slowly, he slipped from the couch and knelt between her legs. Obediently, Lisa parted her thighs revealing her blue panties. Theodore smiled as his eye caught the growing dampness to her knickers. Slipping his hand over her cunt, Lisa groaned and arched her back into his touch. “You’re so hot Turpin.”

“Mmmm,” she sighed.

He pulled the wet panties from her and pushed her legs further apart. The heady aroma of her growing arousal sent a shiver of pleasure shooting down into Theodore’s cock and it twitched inside his pants. He bent forward and flicked his tongue over her wet pussy. Clawing at his shoulders, Lisa groaned loudly. Her fingers slipped into his sandy blonde hair and held him to her desperately, urging him to rescue her from her growing need. “God Theodore!” she gasped. “Oh god, that feels so good.”

Theodore smiled at her raspy voice. He drank her in, sucking back at the richness that pooled on his probing tongue. His hands gripped her ass pulling her closer to his mouth where his tongue began a torturous pace of licks and thrusts. “Oh fuck Theodore!” she cried. Her legs clamped painfully around his ears as her body convulsed. Her keening moan filled the common room as her orgasm overloaded her senses.

As Lisa’s legs relaxed around his head, Theodore sucked gently at her clit, the hard little nub pulsing in his mouth. She arched her back as another wave of pleasure crashed over her. Finally, the young witch had to pull the wizard from between her legs to let her body relax and recuperate. The look of lust in his eyes made Lisa smile. His face shown with her juices and she pulled him close to kiss. He held back and instead grabbed the front of her blouse and tore it open. A gasp was wrenched from her throat as her bra was torn from her body also. Theodore snatched her right nipple into his mouth and sucked harshly causing Lisa to groan in pleasant ache. She cried out when his teeth bit into her.

Theodore stood in front of her and looked down at her. He arched a thick brow as she gazed up at him, her eyes filled with wonder. “Well hurry it up then,” he said with a bit of annoyance. She flinched slightly and quickly sat up to unbuckle his pants. They fell around his ankles as she tugged his shorts down also. Lisa went to take him into her mouth but Theodore roughly shoved her back. With a forceful thrust, he buried his cock into her tight pussy. She gasped as he filled her.

Once buried deep inside the girl, Theodore held still. Lisa wrapped her legs around his body and pulled him close. She tried to kiss him but he pulled away. The look of hurt in her eyes made Theodore smiled ruefully . He reached into his black robes and pulled out a small vial. It glowed slightly in the fire light and the orange viscous liquid seemed to radiate with energy. “Drink this,” he commanded.

Lisa took the vial and tipped it’s contents into her mouth. She gagged at the acrid flavour of the potion but kept the substance down. Theodore took the empty vial from her and tossed it into the fireplace where it exploded with a pop, spitting sparks about. The Slytherin smiled as Lisa ran her sleeve over her mouth and pulled a sour face. He bent forward and licked her lips before biting her lower lip. As she yelped in pain, Theodore began to slam into her body. With his hands on her ass, he lifted her to him and pumped her hard. His cock continuously pounded her pussy and their moans mixed as their bodies slapped together. All too soon did Theodore throw back his head and howl as his throbbing cock shot his semen into the girl. Her body milked him of every last drop and he collapsed against her.

Lisa kissed his face, licking gently at the sweat that beaded his brow. He kissed her forcefully before standing and pulling his trousers back up. Lisa went to rise also but Theodore pushed her unceremoniously back onto the couch. With his pants around his waist, he scooped her into his arms and carried her to his dorm room and dropped her onto his bed. Her shirt fell open exposing her tits with their rosy nipples. Her black skirt fell forward covering her slick cunt.

“Don’t move,” Theodore ordered. He rummaged through his trunk and pulled out a large leather bound book, moving a great deal of clothes to uncover the hidden tome. With it, he pulled a black and green case and pushed it onto the foot of the bed. Lisa watched in fascination. She pushed herself from her elbows and sat up straighter. “I said don’t move you stupid bint! Don’t you understand fucking English? And here I was under the impression you were a smart girl. You are in Ravenclaw after all.”

“I’m sorry, Theodore,” Lisa whispered as she slowly resumed her position.

Shaking his head in ire, Theodore opened the book, ‘Mages Through the Ages’ by Quentin Trimble and pulled out a small rectangular box that was hidden in the carved out centre. He opened up the box and pulled out a tiny easel and set it up on the floor by the bed. Tapping it with his wand, Theodore muttered “Engorgio,” and the easel grew, the wood hissing as it expanded. He then dumped the contents of the black and green case onto the bed and selected a tiny palette which he magically enlarged also.

Lisa smiled hesitantly as he glanced her way. Her smile faded as he put brush to canvas. “Theodore?” she asked. “How… how long will I have to stay here, this time?”

With a jaundiced eye, Theodore glanced at the girl. He sighed heavily, throwing the palette and the brush on the bed violently. “You don’t want to pose for me? Fine. Get the hell out of here then.”

Shaking her head fretfully, Lisa stayed where she was. Her eyes were anxious as she exclaimed “No Teddy! I love posing for you. I… I was just wondering, is all.” She dropped her eyes to the mattress and tried to still the beating of her heart.

Theodore walked around to the side of the bed and climbed onto it to lie beside her. He brushed a strand of hair away from her face gently and turned her head to look at him. “I won’t be long. I’ll just get the basic pose and you’ll be free from the tedium of lying there for me.” His sarcastic and bitter tone belied the words he spoke and Lisa flinched.

“Take all the time you need, baby. There’s no where else I would rather be,” Lisa purred. “I was just hoping to have you beside me to keep me warm. I’m always so cold down here.”

Theodore kissed her hotly, his tongue stabbed into her mouth and dominated hers. She moaned lightly and began to lift her arm to pull him closer when he abruptly drew away. He arched a brow and she quickly put her arm back to the bed. Clutching the bedspread tightly, Lisa forced a smile.

While Theodore painted, Lisa felt her muscles begin to tire and seize up. She clenched and unclenched her hands to rid the pins and needles shooting through her veins to no avail. This was the part she hated, the staying still for so long. The rigid posture and the stiff neck. Being a model for an obsessive artist was Hell. Just when she feared it would never end, Theodore threw down his palette and declared the painting done. With relief, Lisa fell back onto the bed and sighed heavily. She stretched, hearing her back crack and moaned at the feel of her bones realigning themselves.

Theodore climbed up beside her and kissed her passionately. Lisa pulled him close and smiled at the feel of his weight on top of her. This was the part she loved. When finished a painting or illustration, Theodore was very much a different person then his normal snarky self. His tongue slid over her lips before seeking entry and he caressed her cheek affectionately. Lisa wrapped her arms around his neck and twined her fingers in his fine sandy hair. He sucked lightly on her tongue and bit playfully at it. When Lisa let out a small squeak, Theodore chuckled lightly. “This one turned out brilliantly, if I do say so myself,” he said happily.

“May I see?” Lisa asked hopefully.

“Of course,” he replied. He got up and helped the girl to her feet. She stomped a little as the blood flow resumed into her leaden feet. He laughed as he steadied her and led her around to the canvas.

Her breath caught in her throat as she viewed the artwork. The watercolour seemed to ebb and flow as the image of the girl reclined on the bed. It seemed as if she were looking at a beautiful pixie in a moment of tranquility. The image glowed with beauty, yet from the corners of the painting a darkness grew. It threatened to overcome the innocence and serenity that was at the centre. Lisa looked at Theodore with awe. “It’s so beautiful,” she breathed. “You are so talented.”

Shrugging his shoulders smugly, Theodore put away his tools. He gave a final appraising look at his painting and shrunk the easel down and fit it back in its hiding place in the book. Reverently, he rested the book and case in the bottom of his trunk and laid his clothes back on top. With a click of the clasp, the trunk was then locked tight.

Lisa stepped close to him and slid her arms around his waist. They shared a brief kiss before he scooped her up and carried her to the bed. This was another benefit to Theodore painting. When he finished a piece, he was incredibly horny.


Author's Note: I added another couple of characters, at least in passing. Since in my opinion some of the Slytherin Quidditch team would be gone, I needed some more. Sven Kaunis and Klaus Farlig are now two of the chasers for the team.