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 (except for Kamal El Sayeed. He‘s an original character). It is only to have some fun do I write this story, in hopes of some entertainment for the reader as well.

Warning: This chapter contains scenes with course language, explicit sexuality and mature content. Reader discretion is advised.

“How come you didn’t watch the game, Kamal?” Daphne asked as the two Slytherins walked through the corridor. She delicately brushed her black hair out of her face with a dainty finger. Her black elbow length gloves disappeared beneath the sleeves of her robes and blouse.

Kamal smirked at the image. She was a dark gothic beauty dressed as a little schoolgirl. It was such a contrast. Her eyes were darkened by a layer of mascara and her pouty lips were painted blood red, but she still had the look of a lost little girl. The burly teen felt his heart flutter as she turned her piercing eyes to him. Looking away quickly, he shrugged his shoulders. His dark eyes surreptitiously darted back to her. “I’ve seen our team lose too often to care anymore.”

Daphne nodded. She didn’t understand the game herself. Standing out in the cold, watching people fly about like maniacs wasn’t her idea of a fun time, but Blaise had dragged her up there. Luckily she was able to escape early. A furtive grin rose on her lips as she thought back on the game she had caught Theodore playing with Lisa Turpin. Knowing they were intimate was a whole different thing than actually seeing it. She could still feel the heat in her belly at the thought of what the two teens had been doing. It was… thrilling to watch, even for a little while.

They walked in silence a few steps before Kamal blurted, “Did you know that aptal Nott thought that you and I were involved?”

Daphne looked up at Kamal in surprise. “He did?” She giggled lightly. Kamal gulped. “That’s rather… silly isn’t it. I mean we’ve been friends for ages. Just friends.” Her voice faded away to just a whisper as she finished and she looked down at her thick black boots.

“Quite silly,” Kamal scoffed.

From down the corridor, Professor Weasley emerged from a classroom. He was holding his wand and raised it at the two teens. Daphne gasped and stopped walking. Kamal glared at the lanky professor and snatched at his wand in his pocket. As he fumbled to free his wand, Professor Weasley sent a flash of magic racing down the corridor with precise aim and hit Kamal square in the chest, sending him reeling back where he landed heavily on his back. Daphne shocked into action found her wand and raised the tip towards her teacher. She was much to slow as magic light hit her. Her skin turned a greyish colour and her body went rigid as she fell with a thud to the floor.

“You bastard!” Kamal bellowed. Damn the professor and his ridiculous quizzes. It was like the school had been transformed into some kind of duelling club and all the students now wore bulls eyes on their chests. It was all this red haired professor's fault. It was his idea. It was sickening to think that he had even conscripted Professor Snape into the game, along with the rest of the faculty. The O.W.L.'s last year were stressful enough. Did they really have to deal with being attacked in the halls by the teachers?

The burly teen jumped to Daphne’s side and touched her petrified cheek. He couldn’t breath for a minute as flashbacks of second year burst through his calm veneer. It was irrational to think of any of Slytherin being attacked by the beast from the Chamber of Secrets, at the time, but when you’re twelve your mind is full of irrationality. Animals were unpredictable and they could so easily turn on their master. What was to stop the creature from killing all the muggle borns and then turning on the pure bloods? It was one of the few times in the five and a half years that Kamal had rooted for Potter to succeed.

“Careful Mister El Sayeed,” Bill Weasley counselled. “You are addressing a professor.” The tall red head strode forward and regarded his handiwork. He bent down and ran his fingers over Daphne’s grey cheek. It was still soft to the touch, her skin smooth, but it was like rock, hard and immovable. Looking down at the prone girl, Professor Weasley shuddered. He had forgotten how much this spell was like death. How much it reminded him of his baby sister’s first year at Hogwarts and her run in with… “She is fine Kamal.”

“Then change her back,” Kamal growled.

The teen tried to mask his anxiety by showing anger, but the professor saw what was in the young man’s eyes. “You do it Kamal. Let’s see how you…” Before Professor Weasley could finish his sentence Kamal had retrieved his wand and uttered the counter spell. Pink flowed over grey and Daphne took a large gulp of air. Kamal grabbed Daphne and pulled her up to lean against his strong chest. “Very good Mister El Sayeed. Five points to Slytherin.” He was ignored. Professor Weasley shook his head and left the two students.

Daphne tilted her head back and looked up into the concerned eyes of Kamal. She saw the relief wash over him and smiled lightly at his strong grasp of her shoulders. Slowly the dark haired girl sat up and turned to face her friend. “He petrified me, didn’t he?”

Kamal nodded. His brows furrowed as he turned to look down the corridor where Professor Weasley had disappeared. “He’ll pay for this,” he vowed.

Putting a gloved hand to Kamal’s cheek, Daphne pulled his gaze to her. “Don’t be absurd,” she scolded. “He’s a teacher. It would only get you expelled.”

“I don’t care. How dare he threaten you…. us!” Kamal rose to his feet and held a hand for Daphne. As he helped her up, the young witch teetered on her feet, her legs a little shaky from the sudden transformations. Kamal slipped his hands around her waist and she leaned against his strong chest. His face softened as he regarded her.

Daphne smiled up at him sweetly. She had been close to Kamal ever since third year when they had partnered for a potion’s project, but she had never really noticed how dark and handsome he had become. Sure they flirted and sent snide comments back and forth, but it was all in fun. She creased her brows. Or was it? Did Kamal actually have feelings for her? Did she have feelings for him? “If you get expelled, who would be my wizard in shining robes, eh? Don’t be flying off the broom half cocked.”

“Only fully cocked then?” Kamal chuckled.

Daphne blushed. With a sly smile, she ran her hand down his chest and over the front of his pants. “Fully cocked is the best way. The only way.” Daphne knew she was taking her flirting further than she had ever before, but it seemed right. Her heart was picking up and so was her courage. Giving Kamal’s pants one more squeeze, she smiled sensuously and began to saunter away.

Kamal gasped as he felt the girl’s hand over his hardening cock. He couldn’t believe this girl, no this woman, was touching him like that. He was more used to the innuendo and playful touches on his arm or knee. Never had he seen her act so brazen. The young wizard narrowed his eyes in suspicion. “Greengrass!” he called after her. Daphne stopped and looked over her shoulder towards him. The smile on her face was beguiling and her hooded eyes called out to him. “What are you playing at kyz?”

Not answering the confused teen, Daphne sashayed down the corridor, her hips swaying. She had her robe tied tightly and Kamal stared hungrily at her rounded ass. Stopping at the corner of the hallway, Daphne looked back again. Kamal was still rooted to the very spot that Professor Weasley had hexed them. Bringing her hand up she rolled her finger at him, urging him to follow her.

Kamal hastily followed Daphne around the corner. Turning the bend, Kamal caught a glimpse of the girl dart down some steps, heading towards the dungeons. Kamal knew that tunnel led to the labyrinth of corridors and cells and was quite unnerved by Daphne's disappearance. He slowly made his way down the stairs, almost slipping on the wet rock in his haste to catch up with her. At the bottom of the stairs, Kamal stopped to catch his breath, which billowed from his mouth in the cool air. Faintly, he heard a light girlish giggle off to his right. The sound echoed throughout the tunnels and made it difficult to locate exactly where Daphne might be.

Setting off down the right branch of the corridor, Kamal smiled predatorily. The kyz wanted to play cat and mouse, did she? "Greengrass!" he called out, his rumbling voice reverberating through the tunnels. "Come out, come out where ever you are."

An answering giggle wafted on the heavy air and Kamal laughed. He took off at a jog and turned down another fork. Looking both ways, the burly teen turned left and zoomed along. He knew he should be getting worried. The Slytherin legends told of hapless students venturing down into the dungeons never to be found again. Kamal had scoffed at the ghost stories, until he and Theodore had explored the area in their first year. In several dungeons, stinking of mildew and rot, the two boys had found long forgotten skeletons. The bones had been grey and splintered, rags that were once clothing, all but tatters hanging on the lifeless marrow. Upon seeing those first skeletons, they had fled the dungeons as fast as their young legs could carry them, shrieks of fright and laughter following them on their escape. It had been fun and exciting then.

The excitement was still there, but it had changed. Now it was a hunt. Daphne was the prey. There was a certain amount of risk involved too. There were so many different passages, so many different cells and dungeons to check, that it could take millennia to search them all.

Kamal glanced right as he came to another fork. The way was dark and there appeared to be some rubble littering the floor from a tiny cave in. Off to his left though, was lit by candles and standing at the end of the corridor was Daphne. Kamal saw her give a little wave before she disappeared through a door. Kamal took off after her quickly. When he swept into the room, Daphne was just pulling open the door on the other side and with a sly look over her shoulder, flew through the opening. Chasing her swiftly, Kamal saw her robes sweeping around her legs, her skirts flapping around exposing her creamy calves.

"You can't run forever, benim aziz," Kamal called out to her as he followed her. Her laugh filled his ears. "I'll catch you, Daphne."

"Not today, Kamal," she panted over her shoulder with a seductive wink.

She was heading to another door, and Kamal narrowed his eyes in calculation. He pulled his wand from his pocket and yelled, "Occludo!"

The door swung shut and Daphne ran into it with a surprised "Oh!" She turned around and leant her back against the heavy wood, her chest heaving from her flight. With hooded eyes, she gazed upon the wizard approaching her with a measured pace. He wore a victorious grin. "Maybe today," Daphne replied sweetly.

Kamal laughed. He put his hand to the door over her left shoulder and looked into her cloudy eyes. There was no fear there. Instead, Kamal saw what he had seen many times, although in other girl's eyes. There was desire. There was passion.

Daphne brought her hand up to Kamal's face and ran her gloved fingers over his cheek. Her smile was small, but sweet. She parted her lips and ran her wet tongue over them, licking some of the red lipstick off. Guiding his face close to hers, Daphne pressed her lips against his. The kiss was soft, two people coming together for the first time. It was gentle but had an underlying heat to it. A passion that belied their young age. It felt right. It felt like Heaven.

Daphne closed her eyes and sighed. Her arms wound around Kamal's neck and she pulled him closer to her. Wide eyed, Kamal looked at the girl against his body in wonder. Never did he expect this day to go as it was turning out to be. He pulled away slowly, watching Daphne frown slightly and move with him to keep the contact. "What are we doing?" Kamal asked with a rumble.

Batting her eyelashes, she looked up at Kamal incredulously. "I thought it pretty obvious," she commented dryly. "We're kissing." She tightened her grip on his shoulders and tried to pull him to her again, but he didn't move. With a pout, Daphne stared up at the Turk.

"Yes, I figured that part out," Kamal replied. His voice was raw with passion and his pants bulged into her belly.

"Do you want to stop?" Daphne asked innocently. Her fingers twirled through the hair at the back of his neck.

A low growl rumbled from his chest and he bent down to capture the young witch's mouth with his again, this time thrusting his tongue into the warmth. Daphne moaned in pleasure and sucked lightly on Kamal's invading tongue, causing the teen to slip his hands behind her back and lift her against him. Kamal crushed her up against the wall and held her there with one hand on her soft ass. Her legs wrapped around his waist as she clung to his head, her fingers splayed through his black hair.

Kamal had never felt anything such as he was experiencing now. Not the feel of the girl in his arms, the smell of her hair as he kissed her neck, nor the delicate strength that Daphne seemed to possess. With his heart beating faster than he thought possible, Kamal broke the kiss and gazed at the girl in his arms. "You are for me," he said with reverence. "You are surely a gift from the Heavens."

Daphne blushed and smiled radiantly into his eyes. "And you are for me, Kamal El Sayeed." She kissed him ardently, her lips searing his with passion. Her lips travelled across his face, over his nose and cheeks, to his eyelids and down his jaw. His growl of pleasure spurred her on and she bit lightly at his neck. Her teeth grazed his skin and he shuddered, quaking against the girl.

He set her down and flung off his robe. Spreading it out over the cold floor, he pulled Daphne down and laid down with her. She stretched out on Kamal's robe and twined her fingers through his hair, pulling him down for another kiss. It was Kamal's turn to kiss softly over her face. Her light giggle turned into a sigh as he nipped at her neck, his tongue laving over her jaw line, brushing the top of her black leather choker. With his meaty fingers, he unbuttoned her white blouse and exposed her breasts to the chill air. She arched her back off the floor as Kamal washed his tongue over her naked nipples, the pointy nubs jutting up into the air for more attention.

Daphne moaned loudly at the feel of his lips locked around her nipples. It was if he sucked the pleasure towards her breasts with his mouth, the hot fire of desire coursing through her veins. She could feel her body grow taut with the growing hunger between her legs and she wanted to satisfy the need quickly, but was loathe to let Kamal stop his attention to her breasts. When Kamal bit into her tits, Daphne cried out and pushed her body against his, grinding her core into Kamal's large erection.

The Turk kissed down her pale belly and dipped his tongue into her navel, swirling the warm muscle around. Daphne giggled and pushed at the big teen to go further down her body. He shot her a hot smouldering look, but complied. His hands caressed her legs, smoothing over the skin and down to her ankles. Grasping her feet, he pried her legs apart and lifted them, exposing her naked pussy to his view. He shot a surprised grin towards Daphne at his discovery. She just smirked suggestively.

"No bra or knickers," Kamal remarked.

"Too constraining," Daphne replied panting. "I like to be ready."

Kamal leered. "Ready for what?"

"You!" she hissed as Kamal lowered himself to her wet pussy. His tongue darted out and flicked her hooded clit. She pushed herself into his mouth with a moan. "Oh yes! That feels so good."

Kamal moaned into her pussy as he licked and sucked. The rumbling sent fiery bursts through Daphne's body and she writhed in ecstasy beneath her friend, her lover. Daphne threw her legs over Kamal's shoulders, her heels digging into his back, arching her cunt to his mouth. The teen sucked hungrily, quenching his thirst. As he slurped noisily over her clit, he pushed a large finger into Daphne's gushing body. The sensation of the digit inside her and Kamal's wet mouth around her clit sent Daphne over the edge and she screamed into the room. Her orgasm rocked her body and Kamal found himself gripping the witch to keep her still. The warm liquid fire that poured out of the Gothic beauty flowed into Kamal's mouth and he sucked it back greedily.

"You taste…" Kamal said hoarsely as he ran his tongue along her folds, "You taste like ambrosia."

Daphne grabbed hold of his ears and pulled him up for a kiss. She looked into his eyes, her desire unabated. "I'll make you immortal." Kamal smiled and dipped his head for a kiss. Daphne opened her lips and welcomed his tongue into her mouth. As they kissed she reached between them and grabbed his cock. It was so long and hard. She wanted it inside her.

Kamal allowed Daphne to pull him to her, sinking his throbbing prick inside her. He groaned, his voice booming in the empty cell as Daphne's warmth and wetness covered his need. They moaned as one as Kamal began to crash his body into hers. It was hard and fast and the Heavens cheered and exulted around them. Kamal felt the world disappear around him so that all he knew, all he could believe was beneath him and around his straining cock. As he tensed, his whole body, his entire soul preparing for the explosion that would shatter his world and send him to the edge of bliss and back, he felt the girl beneath him begin to quiver. Kamal teetered on the edge, trying desperately to hold his control until he could bring Daphne over the abyss alongside him.

Daphne could feel the throbbing, pulsing cock inside her, it's hardness and warmth filling her. She ground up, allowing Kamal to sink deeper into her warmth. "Kamal," She breathed, her pulse racing, her heart hammering. Her body stilled like it was frozen in time. Her blood ceased to flow, her heart ceased to beat within her chest and no breath escaped her lungs. In that moment she felt so totally connected to the boy above her, inside her. They stared into each other's eyes and plunged over the abyss together. "KAMAL!" Daphne cried out, her voice splintering around the dungeon. Where just a moment ago, she was still and calm, her body erupted in a frenzy. She writhed and rolled under him, her legs squeezing tightly around his waist, her feet digging into his back. She clawed at his back, her nails ripping through her gloves and scratching his shoulders where small trails of blood bubbled to the surface. Daphne's body convulsed and quaked before she was still once more.

Kamal howled with his release, throwing his head back like a wolf. He pumped his cock in Daphne's quivering pussy, draining his seed from him and filling her. With the last of his seed gone from his body, he felt his strength disappear also. He collapsed on top of Daphne and kissed her softly.

"I love you," Kamal said as he rolled off her, the effort taxing him beyond limit.

Daphne rolled with him so that she was snuggled into the crook of his shoulder, her head on his chest. A small contented smile crossed her lips as she panted with exhaustion. "I love you," she whispered as she fell asleep. A small smile curled Kamal's lips as he pulled his cloak over them before he too succumbed to sleep.