The Luckiest Man on Earth

The Luckiest Man on Earth 32



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Chapter 32: The Bonds of Friendship:



The Slytherin Dungeons: Later that Night



Angus Derrick sat on his bed and looked into the flames of the fire without seeing them. He took another long pull of his drink and grimaced. He was not a big fan of firewhiskey but if anyone needed a stiff drink, it was him. He leaned back and gave a fitful sigh. His mind was racing a mile a minute. Contrary to popular belief, he wasn’t a thick git. He just looked like one.



It had taken every last one of his devious brain cells to convince Alicia Spinnet not to be a typical precipitous Gryffindor and confess all to Terry. After all, as he pointed out to her logically, they did not know whether in fact she was pregnant.



Fuckity-Fuck-Fuck! Gods! How did he get himself into these scrapes? And a scrape he could not blame, with good conscience, completely on Tarquin. He was a pureblood and he knew full well that Tarquin had a fertility potion in that mead. He must have had some honey cakes, at least. Or at least, he should not have fucked her that many times. Drunkity-Drunk-Drunk. He should blame the alcohol and those beautiful breasts. Or that soft mouth with it’s full pouting lips. He leaned his head back and groaned. He still wanted her even though he was scared out of his mind. He looked down at his trousers and muttered, “It’s all your fault.”



“Why are you talking to your trousers?” asked Tarquin as he closed the door to their room.



“I’m talking to my cock,” said a rather tipsy Derrick.



“Why?”



“It gets me into scrapes,” slurred Derrick.



“You are drinking firewhiskey again, aren’t you?” said Tarquin with a smirk.



“I needed it,” said Derrick as he drained his glass.



“Why?” asked Tarquin as he refilled Derrick’s glass and poured himself a drop, as well. He shifted onto the bed beside Angus.



Angus waited until Tarquin was actually sipping the whiskey then drawled, “I knocked up Spinnet during the bacchanal.”



Tarquin spit his drink across the bed and gasped as he tried to regain his breath seeing as he inhaled twenty year old firewhiskey through his nose.



“What the fuck did you just say?’ said Tarquin as clearly as he could.



“Spinnet’s late,” said Derrick.



“Late for what?” asked Tarquin then a look of comprehension flooded across his face. “Oh Merlin’s mother, you must be joking.”



“No,” said Derrick as he sighed.



Tarquin sat in silence as he digested the news then thought of all the ramifications of such news. He opened his mouth several times to say something then thought better of it. Finally, he slung a comforting arm around Derrick’s shoulders.



“The bright side is that maybe you will finally get another shag with the delectable Miss Spinnet,” offered Tarquin.



“Is this before or after, I lose Terry as a friend?” asked Derrick sardonically as he drained another glass.



“I’d say after,” said Tarquin seriously. “Are you sure she’s up the duff?”



“Not really,” said Derrick. “Actually, not yet. She’s going to a medi-witch in Hogsmeade this weekend.”



“So there’s hope,” said Tarquin as he refilled Derrick’s glass thoughtfully. “Have you told Ter?”



“No,” said Derrick emphatically.



“Hell,” said Tarquin. “Terry is not going to take this well. He’s been a bit mopey already with the whole Adrian and Daria thing happening. Merlin, I wonder if I should tell Daria how serious things are between them.”



“She knows,” said Derrick. “We have all known for years that Terry and Adrian have this bond that many women have tried to sever but no one has ever succeeded in breaking.”



“Yeah,” drawled Tarquin. “Daria is not thick, unlike you. For Merlin’s sake, a ten year old knows that one must partake of a bacchanal feast, you git.”



“Bugger,” said Derrick. “I know.”



“What is it about those Gryffindor chasers?’ asked Tarquin with a confused look. “I don’t see it personally. Did those three witches brew up a love potion and drop it into a bottle of firewhiskey in Marcus’s bedroom? Honestly.”



“I just fancy Alicia’s tits,” said Derrick as he took another sip.



“I can actually see the fuss about Bell, though,” said Tarquin thoughtfully. “She’s Marcus’s type from the long hair to the gorgeous legs. And you are absolutely right about Spinnet’s breasts. Johnson scares me though. She kicked me hard that last game, somewhere very sensitive and something I treasure very much.”



“You were trying to connect a bludger to her head at the time,” said Derrick.



“That doesn’t mean the witch can target that area in retaliation,” said Tarquin as he winced. He could still feel the pain.



“There is that whole forbidden thing with the Gryffindors,” said Derrick hazily.



“And that whole forbidden thing with Terry’s girlfriends,” said Tarquin tartly. “Granted most of Ter’s women are usually just shags. I thought Alicia was different.”



“She is,” said Derrick as he groaned. “I can’t help it. Haven’t you ever wanted someone you knew was out of reach and rather than discouraging you, it just made you want her more?”



Tarquin hid his face from Derrick as he pretended to go get them another bottle of firewhiskey. Tarquin’s face was bleak as he thought about Derrick’s plaintive question. All his life his mother felt like that, out of reach and untouchable. He just wanted her to actually see him, sometimes. But he was invisible to her. Yes, he knew how Derrick felt.



“Maybe she isn’t pregnant,” said Derrick blearily.



“But you still want to steal her from Ter,” pointed out Tarquin as he shook off his dark thoughts.



“But not this way,” said Derrick seriously.



Gryffindor Tower:



“Can I talk to you, Katie?’ asked a hesitant voice.



Katie opened her eyes wearily and pushed herself up to lie on her pillows. She gave Alicia an encouraging smile. Her smile faded when she saw the tears in Alicia’s eyes. She looked around the otherwise empty room in relief.



“What’s wrong, love,” said Katie gently. She gasped when Ally threw herself in Katie’s arms and burst into tears. She waited until the tears subsided.



“I’m late, Katie,” said Alicia with her lower lip trembling.



“Oh Merlin,” gasped Katie as her face paled. “Are you…?”



“I don’t know for sure,” said Alicia. “How does one know?”



“I had no idea,” said Katie. “Marcus told me. Merlin, how did Ter take the news?”



“The father isn’t Terry,” said Ally as her eyes welled up with tears again. “It’s Derrick’s”



“Fucking hell,” gasped Katie in shock.



“Honestly,” said a surprised Ally. “Marcus is rubbing off on you. The old you would never had sworn.”



“I know,” said Katie with a smirk. “When I walked in on Oliver and that chaser from Puddlemere, all I could say was that I was sorry, like I had anything to be sorry about. I was such a drip. Then I was so gobsmacked by the entire experience that I went and fucked Davies all those times at Quidditch camp. Then I had that fling with Diggory after the final scrimmage. I was being such a tart because that coward couldn’t tell me that he fancied boys more than girls. Marcus has told me a story or two about Oliver that I can’t help but think are true.”



“Like what?” asked Ally as her tears dried.



“He told me one about that Ravenclaw chaser that graduated last year; you know the one with the dark blonde hair,” said Katie as she reached out to hold Ally’s hand. “Then he told me about the time he caught Oliver and Billy Bletchley shagging in the Gryffindor broom shed. To think I fancied myself in love with Oliver at one time. I really had no idea what love was all about. It’s about loving someone so much that you would do anything for them.”



“Like what?” asked Ally.



“Like being sixteen and being pregnant,” said Katie seriously. She took Alicia’s hand and held it over her protruding belly. Ally’s hand shook as she felt Katie’s hard, round stomach.



“You love Marcus so being pregnant is not a bad thing,” said Ally as she touched Katie’s stomach in awe.



“No Alicia,” said Katie seriously. “I love this baby so much that being pregnant is something wonderful. Don’t be afraid of what may come, love. A child is a blessing.”



“Thank-you, Katie,” said Ally as she cried yet again. Katie knew exactly what to say.



“When did Derrick…” said Katie hesitantly.



“The bacchanal,” said Alicia as she calmed down.



“A child of the May Dance,” said Katie as her eyes lightened.



“Yes,” said Alicia seriously. A maychild was considered blessed and under no circumstances was an induced miscarriage permitted. If Alicia was pregnant, she would stay pregnant.



“Terry is a pureblood,” said Katie as she touched Ally’s cold hands. “He will understand.”



“Derrick said to not tell him until we know for sure,” said Alicia shakily.



“Derrick is right,” said Katie seriously. They talked until their other roommates came to bed about babies and being pregnant. Alicia was less scared and more confident after their talk that she was going to make it through this crisis, come what may. It felt good to have friends like Katie, someone you can depend on no matter what. But the thought of telling Terry that she was pregnant with Derrick’s child made her heart run cold. She clung to the hope that she was just late, not pregnant.



The Slytherin Dungeons:



Terry lay in bed. He was staying perfectly still because he could hear Daria’s voice. She was in the process of leaving Adrian’s bed. He could hear them laughing in a low intimate way that immediately had his hackles up. He gritted his teeth as he listened to them kiss each other good night. Adrian had never been this intimate with anyone but him. There, he thought, was the crux of the w sit situation. Even though, if asked by anyone, he was happy for them; he was, deep inside, horridly jealous of Daria. She was stealing Adrian from him, slowly but surely. He wanted Adrian to be happy and he knew deep in his heart that he could not make Ade happy. But did she have to steal Adrian from him so completely? Adrian never came to his bed, anymore not even to sleep.



Terry thought bleakly that maybe he didn’t have it in him to make anyone happy. He found it hard to let people touch his heart. To date, only two people ever had – Adrian and Alicia. Merlin, what was it about those two that made his heart so vulnerable. He ran a hand wearily over his face as the thought struck him. They both saw the real Terrence Adolphus Higgs and, for some reason, they both still loved him. They knew that he was an unfaithful, mercurial arse but they both chose to accept him as he was.



For some reason, Terry never knew why any of his lovers wanted him. He set up Alicia and Adrian for these impossible little tests like he was deliberately trying to sabotage their relationship. For the most part, he succeeded. He stared into the darkness and let the darkness take him.



A moment later, he was jolted back by a warm hand. He turned and felt Adrian slip into bed with him.



“What wrong?” asked Adrian softly as he rested his cheek against Terry’s fair hair.



“Nothing,” said Terry hollowly. Everything thought Terry.



“I love you, Terry,” said Adrian as he soothed Terry’s hair back.



“Why?” asked Terry plaintively.



“I just do,” said Adrian as his arms tightened around Terry. He heard the anguish in Terry’s voice.



“You love her too,” said Terry sulkily.



“I…I’m not sure yet,” said Adrian hesitantly.



“I am so sorry,” said Terry. The words burst out of his mouth.



“About what?”



“About months ago,” said Terry, “when I broke your heart. The night you saw me come out of Alec’s room.”



“You didn’t break my heart,” soothed Adrian. “You just slightly cracked it.”



“Stop it,” said Terry. “If you feel one tenth as awful as I feel now, I am so fucking sorry.”



“I know,” said Adrian.



“Why am I this way?” asked Terry with a sigh. “I feel like giving myself a slap the way I treated you. Am I so fucking perverse that all I want is someone I can’t have?’



“No,” said Adrian loyally. ‘Don’t do this to yourself. Everything will be all right.”



“How very Hufflepuffy of you, Adrian,” growled Terry.



“Stop it,” urged Adrian. He tried to keep his voice soothing but he was starting to get a touch scared. Terry had his dark moods but he was very depressed tonight. Adrian wondered if Ter and Ally had a fight.



“You should go,” said Terry lowly as he tried to pull away from Adrian. Adrian hung on tenaciously.



“You can’t get rid of me that easily,” said Adrian as he kissed Terry’s neck softly and his hands began to wander.



“You should go,” said Terry hoarsely as Adrian’s hand went trailing down his flat stomach. “Daria wouldn’t like it.”



“Actually,” purred Adrian. “I think Daria would quite enjoy watching us.” His fingers trailed over Terry’s awakening penis teasingly.



“No,” said Terry weakly. “I don’t want to ruin things for you.”



Adrian turned him over to face him in the bed. He looked into Terry’s bruised blue eyes. Terry needed him. He leaned down and kissed Terry’s mouth gently.



“You don’t have to,” whispered Terry.



“Shut up,” growled Adrian as he roughly kissed Terry. He straddled Terry and proceeded to kiss and lick every square inch of Terry’s writhing body. By the end of Adrian’s delicate torture, Ter had his arms wrapped around Adrian and was kissing him back hungrily and a little desperately. They came together with the ease of long time lovers. When Terry’s hands started to tease him, Adrian forgot why he was kissing Ter and just lost himself in the excitement of his touch. Terry knew Adrian’s body better than he did.



An hour later, Adrian held Terry in his arms and sleepily thought of how much he missed being here like this with the one person in this world he truly loved.



Flint Manor:



“What did you say, Aurelius?’ asked Natalya hesitantly as she kneeled up on their bed. She was brushing her hair watching her husband apprehensively.



“About what, my love?” asked Aurelius lightly as he walked back into their suite with a pair of black silk pajama bottoms lying precariously low on his hips.



Natalya licked her lower lip with the tip of her tongue as she eyed the indecent amount of skin her husband was flaunting. Her hair brush dropped from her nerveless hands as Aurelius undid the drawstring of those indecent pajama bottoms and walked over to their bed, naked as the day he was born.



“About him,” whispered Natalya. Her dark eyes flared with passion.



“He will not be bothering you anymore,” said Aurelius as he stretched out beside her with his head propped up on his hand.



“Lucius is a dangerous man,” said Natalya a touch fretfully.



“I am not a boy just out of Hogwarts, Natalya,” chided Aurelius as his fingers trailed up her thigh. He wiggled them underneath her pants with a sly grin. “I know how to handle delicate situations. We are gentlemen. We handled the situation like gentlemen.”



“You are such a man,” said Natalya with an eye roll.



“Lucius may have stretched the bonds of friendship a bit tightly but in the end blood will win out,” said Aurelius thoughtfully as he ran a teasing finger up his wife’s wet cleft. “Besides, he was still a bit miffed about the whole Narcissa thing.”



“That happened years ago,” said Natalya, her voice a touch high. Aurelius had a long finger inside of her sheath.



“It seems Lucius was promised a virgin bride,” said Aurelius with a grin. He wiggled his finger as his wife sighed in pleasure. “Not in writing though. One must get everything in writing.”



“Aurelius,” said Natalya huskily as she ran a hand down his nude body, “enough about Lucius.”



“I agree,” said Aurelius as he pulled his finger out of her clasping pussy and pounced on his wife. He pulled her lingerie off with a careless hand and buried his face between her breasts.



“We can’t do it all night tonight,” said Natalya huskily. Her hands were trailing down her husband’s back. She spread her knees languidly for him.



“Why not?’ asked Aurelius with passionate eyes as he thrust deep inside her. They spent the next long moments moving against each other seamlessly.



“Remember the wedding?” said Natalya breathlessly as she urged him on by raking her nails across his back. She groaned as he pumped into her harder and faster.



“Ohhh,” groaned Aurelius. “I love that.”



“I know,” said Natalya with a lascivious smile as she raked her nails over the sensitive part of his lower back. He bucked and moaned on top of her and Natalya threw her head back as a surge of pleasure took. Na. Natalya shrieked as an overwhelming strong explosion of pleasure washed over her like a burst of fireworks. She could feel Aurelius force every inch of his twitching penis deep inside her as he came. She clutched at his back and sobbed as she could hear yell his pleasure aloud.



Much later, they lay together in a tangle of legs and arms. Natalya closed her eyes in utter contentment as she fell asleep beside her man.