The Luckiest Man on Earth

The Luckiest Man on Earth

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Chapter 9: Caught Fair and Square

The Slytherin Dungeons:

“Are you not going to open the door. Mr. Higgs?” said Professor Snape softly.

“Yes sir,” said Higgs serenely. Inside his stomach was in knots. He had seen the look in Marcus’s eyes before he left. Marcus looked like he was planned to shag Bell until sunrise.

“Hell,” thought Terry suddenly aghast. “What if they weren’t actually in Marcus’s bed? Maybe they were in the bathroom again or else in front of the fireplace. Merlin knows in front of the fire is my favorite place.”

Terry opened the door of the dimly lit room with a flourish. He could feel Snape’s obsidian eyes on his back like little daggers. The room was dark and dimly lit. Terry took a frantic look around but he could not see Marcus or Katie.

“Where are your roommates, Mr. Higgs,” asked Snape with a slight edge of menace in his voice.

“I have no idea,” said Terry with a slightly baffled look on his face. “I was ahhh busy with Daria in the common room tonight.”

Terry watched Snape move towards Marcus’s bed with a feeling of dread.

“Mr. Flint,” sSnapSnape smoothly as he snatched the curtains open with a flourish. The bed was empty. Terry heaved a sigh of relief.

“Where are yooommoommates Mr. Higgs,” said Snape through his teeth.

“I have no idea sir,” said Terry truthfully. “They still have some time before curfew.”

“I am well aware of that,” said Snape as he gave Terry a glowering look and swept from the room.

“Sir,” said Adras has he avoided Professor Snape narrowly as he was making his exit.

“Mr. Pucey,” nodded Snape as he closed the door behind him.

“What was that about,” asked Adrian as he threw himself down on the sofa.

“Snape was hoping to catch Bell and Marcus,” said Terry as he flopped down beside Adrian. “Speaking of getting caught mate, I see you are still in one piece. Did Angie get angry?”

“Oh she saw us all right,” said Adrian with a sigh. “But where the hell is Marcus? I thought for sure he was here shagging Bell.”

“I know,” said Terry with a genuinely puzzled look this time. “I wonder where they went?”

“I’ll ask him if he ever drags his arse home,” said Adrian as he threw an arm around Terry’s shoulders. “Terrence, Angelina was not pleased by what she saw.”

“I know,” said Terry with an apologetic look at Adrian. “I’m sorry that I ran for it. I don’t know what she was on about anyway. It waly aly a few kisses. She’s been to bed with both of us after all.”

“I know,” mused Adrian. “She just doesn’t get that I am not a jealous person.”

“And we have a special relationship,” said Terry softly as he looked into Adrian’s warm topaz eyes. “Did you mean that bit about not being jealous because I think I know why Angie is acting strange. She is a Gryffindor after all.”

“Yes,” said Adrian as he looked down at Terry. Terry’s face was troubled and a little pensive. “Please help me figure out that girl.”

“Woman are a mystery but I think I know what’s troubling her,” said Terry as he took a deep breath. “Adrian, ve sve slept with Angelina.”

“I know,” said Adrian with a puzzled look at his mate. “Remember I was there.”

“No,” said Terry seriously. “You weren’t.”

“Oh,” said Adrian. A surprised look crossed his face and he sat up straighter on the sofa. “You mean that…”

“Yes,” said Terry as a stab of guilt went through his frame.

“Merlin,” said Adrian as he shook hea head. “You are such a tart Terrence.”

“I know,” said Terry with a grimace. “Are you angry?”

“It was her shapely arse wasn’t it,” asked Adrian.

“Yes,” said Terry a bit shamefaced.

“You have a weakness for shapely arses,” said Adrian contemplatively.

“That’s why she’s acting strange,” said Terry a little nervously. He couldn’t tell if Adrian was angry or not. “You know Gryffindors and their notions of what’s right and what’s wrong. They see things in black whi white. There are no shades of grey for them. She feels guilty because she thinks that is how she should feel.”

“Terry,” whispered Adrian against his hair. “She asked me if you and I still fuck.”

“What did you tell her,” asked Terry curiously.

“No,” said Adrian as he reached out and twisted one of the buttons on Terry’s robe.

“You lied,” said Terry.

“I did,” said Adrian. “Now her behavior from the past two weeks makes sense. I’m not angry with you Ter but I have to know; how many times?”

“The once,” said Terry with a relieved sigh. He took a chance telling Adrian. But they had no real secrets. “It was an impulse. I find her incredibly sexy.”

“So do I,” said Adrian with a small smile beginning to curl his lips. “I have told her that I am not jealous person but she seems to think that this means I don’t care for her. I do, you know.”

“Yes,” said Terry with a smile. He touched Adrian’s face. “I asked Daria to go out with me officially tonight.”

“Really,” said Adrian with surprise. “Weren’t you two already seeing each other?”

“I thought so,” said Terry. Adrian leaned into his body and settled himself against Terry with a sigh.

“Angelina is keeping secrets,” mused Adrian to himself as he smoothed out Terry’s rumpled fair hair. “That’s all right. A woman is entitled to her secrets. After all, I have mine.”

“Terry,” asked Adrian softly. “Where were we when we were interrupted earlier this evening?”

“I think right here,” said Terry with a sigh as he covered Adrian’s mouth with his own. Hisgue gue surged into Adrian’s mouth and explored. They lay there on the couch exchanging languorous slow kisses. Adrian detached himself from Terry’s embrace and stood up. He held a hand out to Terry.

“Coming to bed,” purred Adrian. His eyes were alive with passion. “My favorite Slytherin tart.”

The Prefect’s Bathroom:

Katie grasped the sides of the large pool with desperate hands. The sides were just so slippery and she couldn’t hold on tightly enough. She tightened her thighs around Marcus’ flashing hips and arched her back. Her back was hitting the side of the pool as Marcus drove his erection deep inside her. The water was warm and scented and sloshing over the sides.

Pulsing stabs of sensation were running down her spine as she tried desperately to hang on.

“Kitten,” growled Marcus. “Remember to tell me when you are going to come.”

“Soon,” moaned Katie. His wet hands grasped at her hips and moved urgently against her. She looked up into his flushed face. He was holding himself in waiting for her.

“Now Marcus,” panted Katie as the tremors of pleasure began to claim her. His hot mouth covered her own as he suddenly gathered her up against his chest and pulled them under the warm water. A surprised Katie bucked against his body and her cleft squeezed and fluttered on his enormous erection on the bottom of the pool. All Katie could hear was the strange muffled underwater sounds as her orgasm burst through her senses intensely. His mouth still covered hers as she could feel him pulse inside her. His hands were gripping her hips tightly.

When he pulled their heads up out of the water a few moments later, Katie threw back her head and gave out an enormous moan of pleasure. Marcus was still deep inside her. Her legs were still wrapped around his hips. She felt weightless in the water. It gave their lovemaking an intensely satisfying edge.

“Marcus,” sighed Katie when she could finally talk. “Why didn’t you warn me?”

“It was more exciting when I didn’t,” said Marcus as he kissed her swollipslips. “That my love was page twenty.”

“The book isn’t wet, is it?” asked Katie.

“It’s waterproof Katie,” said Marcus as he kissed the side of her neck possessively.

“Good,” said Katie as she wrapped her arms around his neck and rubbed her breasts against his chest. “You have such a pervy mind. Who would have ever thought of making love here?”

“Page twenty required a pool,” said Marcus as he smiled into her innocent eyes. Katie had no idea that students had been shagging in this pool for decades. But Marcus liked her like this, still a bit innocent but extremely sexy.

“It’s nearly time for curfew,” said Katie with a sigh.

“No,” said Marcus as he kissed her tempting lips. “Stay for awhile longer. Tomorrow is my thing for Alec.”

“You need all of Friday night,” pouted Katie.

“Yes,” said Marcus with regret. “I have to get the lot of them pissed and that takes time.”

“You have to get drunk to talk about your feelings,” said Katie with a slight frown.

“Men do,” said Marcus. “Remember the old saying; in wine there is truth. Besides it is almost impossible to get a truth serum at any price. I’ll have to do it the old fashioned way. Besides, it was your idea.”

“Hmmmm,” said Katie as she wiggled around on his lap.

“Kitten,” coaxed Marcus in his bedroom voice. “Once more?”

“Okay,” murmured Katie against his lips. “Good thing I have a few days to recover.”

“So,” asked Marcus between licks of her pouting nipples. “How long do you think it will take us to get through the pillow book?”

“At this rate,” said Katie as she arched her breast deeper into his mouth. “A few weeks.”

“Then we can start it all over again,” said Marcus as he licked his way up her collarbone.

“Or get another book,” suggested Katie wickedly.

“Another book?” asked Marcus with his lips against hers. “What a wonderful idea.” He claimed her mouth in a hot kiss.

The Bell Townhouse: London: Friday

Natalya Flint knocked on the door tentatively. The street was in a quiet wizarding residential part of London. Natalya was quite proud of herself for coming to the city alone and unassisted. She hated traveling by floo. It was so undignified.

She was about to raise her hand again when a sweaty and underdressed Rhys Bell pulled the door open.

“Mrs. Flint,” said Rhys with surprise.

“Oh Rhys,” said Natalya with surprise and dismay. “Today is Friday is it not? Your mother was expecting me?”

“Mom isn’t having a good day,” said Rhys as he ushered her in the door.

“What is the matter?” asked Natalya with concern.

“Last night, she realized that Katie wasn’t coming home after school let out this year,” said Rhys as he led Natalya into the sitting room. “She was putting away some of Katie’s things and Dad found her crying.”

“But she is coming home,” said Natalya with concern.

“But only for a week then Katie will be getting married,” said Rhys tensely.

“I’m sorry,” said Natalya sincerely. She lay a hand on his own. “I know how she feels.”

“Aren’t they going to live at the manor,” asked Rhys with surprise. He looked down at her manicured delicate hand with surprise. He could feel distinctly where she touched him even though her hand was light. He looked into her dark eyes with an inward shudder of awareness. Natalya Flint must have been a child herself when she had Marcus. She didn’t look a day over thirty.

“No,” said Natalya sadly. “Aurelius feels that they would be more comfortable with their own home. They will be living in our London townhouse. Aurelius and I rarely stay there.”

Rhys smiled at Natalya gratefully. “I will tell mom and she will be overjoyed to know that they will be near.”

“Good,” said Natalya. “I know the wedding and the baby have been such a terrible shock for your mother. I hope this piece of news makes her feel better.”

“You are a sweet woman,” said Rhys as he studied her face. Natalya blushed. She looked down then noticed that Rhys was only wearing a pair of rather tight shorts. She blushed again.

“I’m sorry. Where are my manners?” said Rhys ruefully. “I’ll get you some tea and then go get my mother. She’s upstairs. When you knocked I was just finishing some of my training. I’m a bit a wreck. I’ll have to leave you alone for a moment but I will be right back.”

“No rush,” said Natalya as she tried not to stare at Rhys’s chest. She wondered what was w wit with her. She was old enough to be his mother. She never noticed before but Rhys looked like her husband but taller and, of course younger.