The Last Man on Earth

The Last Man on Earth

Disclaimer: Unfortunately, I do not own Harry Potter. If I did I would be chained to computer writing the next book and idly flipping through my millions in my spare time.

Chapter 37: The Circle of Love

“You cannot be serious Marcus,” said a pale Katie. “I am NOT having a baby!”

“Katie,” said Marcus soothingly.

“No,” said Katie as she pushed Marcus’s hands away and sat up abruptly. “My stomach is merely upset and you are just paranoid after the lecture.”

“Katie,” said Marcus quietly but firmly as he shifted up as well. “You have the other symptoms. Remember you said your breasts were tender. And when is the last time you’ve had your menses?”

“There has to be another reason,” said Katie frantically. Katie’s heart pounded as she struggled to remember the last time she had her menses.

“When?” said Marcus insistently.

“I’m under a lot of pressure,” said Katie with a high nervous tone. “Stress can delay it.”

“We can go to medi-witch in Hogsmeade tomorrow and find out for sure,” said Marcus as he reached out and held Katie’s hand. He could feel her pulse flutter madly.

“Have you been dizzy and ill in the mornings?” asked Marcus.

“I ate something that didn’t agree with me,” said Katie as her eyes filled with tears. Her voice was getting weaker. Katie trembled as she took a deep shaky breath. She turned to stare out at the pitch.

“Katie,” asked Marcus quietly.

“Marcus,” said Katie heatedly as she turned back and glared at him. “Why didn’t you know this about the charms and the potions? You are the older one. Why?”

“I had no idea until this morning,” said Marcus as he watched her face.

“I am only sixteen,” said Katie plaintively. “I can’t have a baby!”

“What are you saying?” asked Marcus with a frown.

“I can’t be pregnant,” wailed Katie. “My mother will kill me.”

“We will deal with this situation together,” said Marcus. “It is OUR baby Katie.”

“Maybe it’s just a false alarm,” said Katie hopefully. Her heart was beating frantically. “Maybe the medi-witch will have a perfectly plausible reason for how I am feeling.”

“What about the fireworks Katie,” said Marcus. He really didn’t want to burst her bubble but she had to face facts just like he did earlier. “Earth magic induces a fireworks-like effect when two magical people conceive a child. That is why most witches know when they are pregnant almost immediately. That morning, we tried to get that feeling back we couldn’t because you could only get pregnant once.”

“Quit saying that word,” said Katie.

“What word,” asked Marcus with a frown. He was really trying to be calm and collected but Katie was being a stubborn witch as usual.

“Pregnant,” said Katie as she burst into noisy tears. Marcus held her and felt helpless as Katie cried her heart out there on the Quidditch pitch. He stroked her hair soothingly until her sobs got quieter.

“Come on,” said Marcus as he urged Katie to her feet. He led her back to Hogwarts and to his room. Katie followed Marcus into the dungeons like she was in a trance. They were given a few quizzical stares but for the most part, they were left alone.

When they got into the room, Katie stopped just inside the door and burst into tears again.

“Hmmmm,” said Terry as he grabbed the first cloak he could find. “I was just leaving.”

“Wait for me mate,” said Adrian with his eyes wide.

Both Marcus’s roommates gave him a look of concern. Katie was utterly oblivious as she threw herself face down on Marcus’s bed. Marcus mouthed the words ‘I’ll explain later. Bugger off.’ Both Adrian and Terry left without another word.

Marcus lay beside Katie’s heaving body until she stopped crying and fell into a fitful slumber. He stared into her tearstained face and felt a surge of tenderness go through him as he touched her flushed sleeping face.

“All in all,” thought Marcus ruefully. “She didn’t take the news all that bad.”

The Slytherin Common Room:

“I wonder what that was all about,” said Terry to Adrian as they gathered their wits in the common room after being thrown out.

“Maybe she found out about Persephone Stebbins,” said Adrian.

“I think Bell knows about her,” said Terry. He smiled at Adrian in a slightly shy way.

Earlier that week, Adrian and Terrence had a long overdue talk about their friendship. Both boys had cleared the air and finally talked their differences through. Both Slytherins had agreed that they wanted to remain friends. Slowly but surely they were repairing their friendship.

“Marcus will tell us when he’s ready,” said Adrian with a sigh. “Not one minute sooner either, you know Flint.”

“Would you like you to go the Hogs Head later?” asked Terry hesitantly. “Derrick and MacIntyre are going.”

“I would,” said Adrian carefully. “But I have a date tonight. I’ll try to come later.”

“If you want,” said Terry with a small smile. “Who is she?”

“I’ll tell you later,” said Adrian with a wink.

“Can I guess?” asked Terry with sly grin.

“You’ll never guess,” said Adrian as he wandered over to a mirror and checked his hair.

“Merlin Adrian,” said Derrick as he joined his teammates. “Have you ever met a mirror you didn’t like, you vain git.”

“Jealousy follows me like a plague,” said Adrian with a melodramatic sigh. He winked at the younger Slytherin girls who were clustered not far away. They were gazing at the older Slytherin boys and giggling. They blushed as a group when Adrian winked at them.

“Girls,” said Derrick with a roguish grin. “Pucey spends more galleons on hair products than you all do put together.”

The girls whispered and giggled some more. Alec joined Derrick as he was talking.

“Wanker,” said Adrian airly. “I would love to sit here and trade insults Derrick, but I have a previous engagement.”

“What’s her name,” asked Alec with a snicker.

“Excuse me,” said Adrian loftily as he put on a cloak. “But a gentlemen never reveals his secrets.”

“Yes,” said Derrick cheekily. “But you aren’t a gentlemen.”

“See you later,” said Terry as Adrian left the common room.

Outside Gryffindor Tower:

Angelina jumped when a hand grabbed her right after she turned the corner leading away from Gryffindor.

“Who are you meeting, Angie,” asked Fred seriously.

“Gods Fred,” gasped Angelina. “You scared me.”

“Who?” whispered Fred insistently.

“You aren’t my father,” said Angie firmly. “And we are not seeing each other anymore, Fred Weasley.”

“I’ll follow you,” threatened Fred.

“What’s wrong,” asked Angie. “I thought we were passed this.”

“George told me that he heard from a source in Ravenclaw that you were seen leaving a classroom in the dungeon with Adrian freaking Pucey late the other night,” said Fred angrily. “Tell me Angie, to my face that you are not shagging that Slytherin bastard.”

“I can’t,” said Angelina quietly.

“Pucey has probably fucked half the girls at Hogwarts,” said Fred with a sigh. “He’s only after one thing.”

“You don’t know him,” protested Angelina.

“I know his type,” said Fred. “He’s only using you and soon he’ll dump you when he gets bored.”

“You don’t know him,” said Angelina firmly.

“For your sake Angie,” said Fred sadly. “I hope you are right. You know I care about you. When you are through playing with the Slytherin, I’ll be here.”

“Oh Fred,” said Angie sadly as she watched him leave.


An Hour Later:

“Oh Adrian,” said Angelina as she wrapped her arms around his broad shoulders. Her heart was fluttering like mad as he kissed his way down her throat. His hand steadily was inching its way up her thigh. They were entwined together on a couch in the Astronomy Tower.

“We were interrupted this afternoon,” growled Adrian hotly in her ear.

“Don’t remind me,” said Angie as her face flushed. “I have never been so mortified in my life.”

“So Angelina,” said Adrian as his eyes lit up. “You want to pick up from where you left off.”

“That depends,” said Angie with a moan as Adrian’s fingers slipped into her pants. “Is the door locked?”

“Yes,” said Adrian as he slid a finger into her wet cleft. His finger then carefully and delicately traced circles around her sensitive nub. Angie gave a long high moan against his throat. His hot mouth captured hers in a devouring kiss.

Angie’s trembling fingers moved down to unzip his trousers. Adrian shifted back and helped her pull them down as she settled herself on her knees in front of him. She held his hard shaft in her hands and gave a delicate lick on his tip. Adrian panted and held her head as she engulfed his straining erection into her mouth. She sucked and licked at him until he was writhing underneath her tongue and one hand was clenching the couch cushions and his other hand was buried in her hair.

Adrian stopped her bobbing head with a groan and started to pull her clothes away from her body.

“Adrian, what are you doing,” asked Angie as he tugged her bra off and gave her breasts a squeezing caress.

“What does it look like,” asked Adrian as he pulled her up and pushed her onto her back. She collapsed against the couch cushions and watched with surprise as Adrian kneeled up and tossed his robe and jumper off.

“But we haven’t,” said Angie. “Not since the first time.”

Adrian tossed her skirt up then slowly with a lascivious grin pulled her pants down her legs then tossed them over his shoulder.

“I know,” panted Adrian. “But I’m going mad Angelina. I have to be inside you. I want to feel you from the inside.” His fingers probed her cleft as he spoke. Angelina gasped then moaned as he found her clitoris and lightly petted her. “You want to feel me too, don’t you. You’re aching and empty. I have had enough of snogging and making you come with my tongue. I want be inside you. Put me inside you.” Adrian wrapped her hand around his throbbing velvety hard shaft.

“I bet you feel empty,” urged Adrian hotly. “Let me fill you up. Put me inside you Angelina.”

Angelina gave a moan of longing and pulled him to her. She ran the head of his shaft down her wet aching cleft then showed him the way inside her. He sank into her slowly as his eyes didn’t leave hers. He lowered his body on top of hers and began to move his slim hips.

Angelina moaned as Adrian began to thrust in and out of her. A surge of passion went through her as he began to urge her body higher and higher. His pelvic bone rubbed her in all the right places as Angie writhed under his straining body.

Every time Adrian sank into her, Angie gave increasingly louder moans until she was crying out her pleasure loudly. The room echoed with her cries as Adrian drove into her faster and harder.

Adrian bit his lip as he urged control over his body. Merlin, he wanted to come. Angelina was so close but her sexy moans and cries were pushing him to his limits. When he felt her take a deep breath and then give a high shriek of pleasure, he finally allowed himself to drive into her with short lightning fast stabs until his orgasm burst over his senses. He cried out her name as he poured his essence into her shuddering body.

Many minutes later, under Adrian’s rather heavy body, Angie sleepily reflected on her lover. His moods were so varying and he was so mercurial. But he was also exciting and unpredictable. One minute, he was a vulnerable boy, the next minute he was this sensual man. She kissed his shoulder and put her arms around his panting nude body. Angelina wouldn’t trade him for anyone else. He made her feel alive.

Adrian sleepily felt her kiss his shoulder. He shifted his weight off her slightly but kept her underneath him. He wanted to savour this feeling. He felt close to her, closer than before. He just knew that when she went to bed tonight, she would dream of him. Like he would dream of her. She made him feel loved.