First time fiction

Fri, 27 Jul 2007 14:02:34 GMT

Author: bothropsatrox Fer de Lance
TITLE: Without You
PAIRING: Harry/Hermione, mention of Hermione/Victor
RATING:NC-17
SUMMARY: If Ron can’t have Hermione then Harry will.
WARNINGS: WARNINGS: Non Linear, Dark themes, Adultery (sort of) Violence. If you’re sensitive about right to die issues, you probably shouldn’t read this fic -some wizard technology that isn’t canon.
DISCLAIMER: JKR owns them. I just corrupt them. No money is being made by me.
AUTHOR NOTES: Thanks to my fantastical beta stellahargrove written for sunandsmut gift exchange

After the war the population of Dementors is out of control. Harry and Ron become Auror’s and Hermione tries to get S.P.E.W off the ground.

All the notions Hermione Granger’s ever entertained about sex with Harry (not that there have been many) don’t begin to compare to what it actually is like.

For one thing, the possessiveness.

“Your mine, Hermione.” He pushes into a spot he found a half hour ago and hasn’t stopped exploiting since. “Say it. Tell me your mine.”

There’s a momentary pause when the vial of Ronald Weasley’s blood, which Harry carries in a locket, falls forward from his neck and hits her in the chin. He grabs it quickly, guiltily and pulls it around so it’s resting on his back.

Her body is thrumming with pleasure, pulsating with it, and yet her mind can’t help but read into his small gesture.

Green hazy eyes meet with hers.

“Tell me.” He rests his hand gently over her forehead pushing back damp curls and running his finger over the curve of her cheek.

“No, Harry, I can’t.”

He smiles. God, it’s been such a long time since she’s seen him do that. Harry is the only wizard that can pull souls back out of a Dementor. The only problem is little pieces of your own soul get torn in the process.

“All right, if you need more convincing.” He pushes in even deeper, pleasure spikes harder as his mouth finds her nipple.

Her bedroom looks so normal, heavy blue curtains blocking out the strength of the afternoon sun, her book shelf neat and orderly. Everything is in its place, except her underneath Harry.

~~~~~***~~~~~

There was a summer heat wave, and no matter what, the cooling charms in her bedroom weren’t sticking, though they were all working perfectly normal in the other parts of the house. She had all sorts of cooling charm experts over and none of them could figure it out. She was offhandedly telling Harry about it over lunch, and he offered to come have a look at it.

He worked it out almost immediately. “So Vicky couldn’t fix it for you,” Harry had asked casually.

That shocked her a little. He’d said it without the faintest hint of sarcasm, but he did use the old condescending name Ron had for Victor.

“He’s a Quidditch coach Harry, not a maintenance wizard,” Hermione said, somewhat defensively.

“I’m an Auror, not a maintenance wizard,” Harry said lightly. He looked down at her, and she could swear he was staring at her lips. “Still, I think you’ll find there are all sorts of things I can do for you that he can’t. He placed his hand on her shoulder. For a moment, Hermione was afraid he was going to kiss her, but he just to pulled her into a hug.

It all felt so nice, so safe, the air becoming a bearable temperature around them, the reconnecting friendship between them. It seemed to be a renaissance period in her life. Six months ago, she ran into Victor and they rekindled a romance that had never really gotten started. Three months after that, Harry had floo’d her and asked if she would have dinner with him.

His hand snuck into her hair. His lips brushed against her cheek. “I’ve missed you.” Those three words made Hermione’s heart swell and ache. He’d hurt her so badly.

She’d forgiven him though, because he hadn’t been himself when he’d done it. There was no telling how many Dementors he’d sucked souls back from, little pieces of his own soul being torn in the process, trying to reunite Ron’s soul with his body.

The memory still reverberated in her head. She’d come to visit Ron, and Harry was there sitting by his bed side. Harry looked sick and pale, dark black circles under his eyes like he was . . . wasting away.

She tried to convince him to stop, and he flew off the handle. He slapped her, accusing her of never loving Ron enough. She started to cry, and it enraged him further. He slammed her into the green walls of Ron’s room and spit orders into her face never to return again unless she wanted to become a patient.

He sat down on the bed and pulled her in between his legs, hugging her tight around the waist. “Missed you so much,” He repeated, pressing his face into her stomach. Harry breathed hot and wet into the space where her shirt had slightly ridden up.

Victor had told Hermione that Harry wanted her, she laughed and begged Victor not to be jealous; they were just old friends trying to reconnect after something extremely painful, even so, she tried to keep Harry at a distance.

At first, all she would do was meet him for lunch, but the time they spent dining together became longer and longer. He went to S.P.E.W rallies with her, which always generated positive press for her cause. After about six weeks, things were normalizing again, and she didn’t see the harm in inviting Harry over to watch the world cup. Victor would be there, along with some other friends; his team hadn’t made it to the finals, and they were coming over to watch the match at her house.

“Oh . . . oh, Hermione,” He cries out after she reaches up kissing him until she needs air. He’s going to come, she can tell, and then, quite suddenly, she’s being dragged forward onto Harry’s thighs, her lower back and hips resting on his bent legs.

“I’m better at this than Victor.” His hands encompass her thighs spreading them further apart, and she watches him watch himself slide in and out of her with torturous, short strokes. “Everything about me is better,” He says, sounding more like Draco Malfoy than she ever thought he could, which makes her remember that he’d almost been sorted into Slytherin, which makes her realize that . . .

“The cooling charm,” She says, propping herself up onto her elbows and looking up at him. “The cooling charm stopped working the last time you were over to watch the game.” He laughs and doesn’t deny it at all, just laughs and places his finger on her clit.

“That’s my Hermione,” He answers darkly and makes deft little circles that cause her back to arch into the intermittent pressure building, begging for release. “Always so clever.”

“You . . . you,” She starts, but doesn’t finish.

“Of course I did Hermione.” Lifting her hips, he pulls her forward, dragging her onto his cock, before everything goes fluid. “I had to have you back.”

A smooth motion, and he straightens his legs so he’s lying back on top of her, his penis angled into that perfect position once again. A warm feeling bursts about an inch underneath her navel, while he whispers that he loves her into her ear.

Harry makes a high pitched whistling sound while he snores still lying on top of her with his head pillowed just under her breasts. She runs her fingers through his dark hair, and everything is clear to her now. After the war, the population of Dementors was out of control. Harry and Ron became Auror’s, and a large part of their duties was to tag Dementors and bring them back under ministry control.

She knows that Harry will never stop looking for the Dementor that kissed Ron, but she also knows there just aren’t that many untagged Dementors left, and Harry is getting better and becoming his old self again.

Also, she will have to end things with Victor. She almost regrets it until Harry groans in his sleep; his arms that were sort of out to the side come in and rest on her hip and shoulder, and she knows he’s right: there shouldn’t be anymore time between them.

Gift fic Sun and Smut

Sun, 15 Jul 2007 03:29:44 GMT

Every one go read my Fantabulous sunandsmut gift fic.
Break Me With Desire

Harry Potter Marry Sue Litmus

Wed, 25 Apr 2007 17:57:39 GMT

Oh my God! I passed

Non-Sue!

Congratulations! You are a non-Sue! You fit right in at Hogwarts without being too frighteningly unique or unbelievably gorgeous. You are what most people would call a "normal person." Way to go! In writing fanfiction, a non-Sue is an excellent, well-developed character. She has real flaws...not just being too pretty or too nice...and isn't necessarily the star of the show. She is likeable, but not loved by everyone (even among the main characters) and has strengths, but also weaknesses. That's what makes her so real.

My test tracked 4 variables How you compared to other people your age and gender:

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Link: The Harry Potter Mary Sue Test written by undyingrose17 on OkCupid Free Online Dating, home of the The Dating Persona Test

Mon, 13 Nov 2006 00:14:38 GMT

Dear Santa...

Dear Santa,

This year I've been busy!

Last Wednesday I saved a busload of nuns in Angola (326 points). In January I broke stellahargrove's X-Box (-12 points). Last month I got in line at the supermarket at the same time as someone else and I didn't yield (-8 points). Last Sunday I gave calyxess a wet willie, then I took it back (-5 points). In July I pulled andreanna's hair (-5 points).

Overall, I've been nice (296 points). For Christmas I deserve a toy train!

Sincerely,
bothropsatrox

Tue, 24 Oct 2006 13:49:58 GMT

Author: Fer de Lance bothropsatrox
Educational Decree Number 24:
Pairing: Fred/Angelina
Rating: Adult
Summary: Angelina and Fred have a little fun in the Quidditch showers.
Warnings: Voyeurism
A/N: Thanks to my beta stellahargrove Written for the back to smut exchange, gift fic for celandineb

Of all the words to describe Fred Weasley “shy” would never be one of them. He was ambitious and funny and unafraid to take what he wanted, and he wanted Angelina Johnson.

She was tall and tough, a great chaser, and she didn’t even cry that time when Montague knocked her off her broom, the bloody git. He’d been meaning to ask her out since the beginning of the year, but things kept coming up like getting the charm right on the canary cluster creams and chasing down that fraud Bagman to get the money he owed them, so, when the Yule Ball came around quite unexpectedly, Fred jumped at the chance.

“Oi, Angelina, want to go to the ball with me?” She looked him up and down and gave him a smile that made his testicles stir.

“All right.” Phsst, as if there were any doubt.

She looked gorgeous; she had to be the tallest girl at Hogwarts, and her silver, shimmering gown showed off just how fit she was. They couldn’t believe Dumbledore had booked The Weird Sisters; Angelina, turns out, was also a rabid fan like Fred’s own self.

They didn’t sit down for one song, and, while dancing, Fred’s hand had touched her hips, the side of her breasts, and, once, her butt. Not enough to piss her off or seem intentional, but just enough to feel a little bit of what she must look like under those robes.

He kissed her good night in the common room; it was all very polite and innocent.

Polite and innocent didn’t apply right now though. She came down to the Quidditch showers because the brooms were kept in the supply room just through the changing room doors. She just wanted to check that they were all in good, working order and instead she found Fred Weasley under the shower doing… well, things to himself.

She stood there a moment, admiring, before she cleared her throat.

It was seventh year. They had sex at the end of the sixth one. It was always an awkward affair done in the privacy of a cramped dark closet.

He’d seen her couple of times over break, but her parents were always home and by the start of semester things had cooled between them, especially now, considering Dolores Umbridge and her Inquisitor Squad.

Actually, he was taking a bit of a risk having at himself with them lurking around. She liked that about him though; he was never intimated by any body.

“Well, I don’t suppose you need that arm for hitting a bludger anymore,” she said bitterly, not because of their failed relationship, but because of the pathetic state of her Quidditch team.

Fred looked through the vapory air to see Angelina smirking at him like a jackal.

If it had been Umbridge or one of her cronies sniffing about the showers, he wouldn’t be embarrassed. But something about getting caught wanking by a girl you’d been intimate with made Fred’s cheeks flame redder than his hair.

“Well… I... ah.” Not exactly the flippant response he was hoping to give. Angelina grinned broader.

The smart thing to do was probably to get out of there now. Potter was already out for life, and, if they got caught, she would be too or maybe expelled, but she couldn’t tear her eyes away.

Fred’s skin was steamed pink from the hot spray. He had a stout build with bulging beater’s arms. There were other parts of Fred that were bulging too, parts she had felt before but never had a proper look at. She just had to touch.

She sauntered over to him. “Need some help?” Fred nodded vigorously. He grabbed her around the waist and pressed his soaking body against hers, kissing her backwards into the shower stall. Oh well, they both knew drying spells.

“I was thinking about you,” Fred moaned while mashing their lips together and exploring her tongue.

“Liar.” Her voice was more demure and coy than it usually was. Fred’s snorting laugh proved her right.

“All right, I was thinking about the girls in my wank magazine, but God, Angelina.” Fred grabbed her hand and guided it to his cock. “You’re so much hotter.”

His cock felt thick and hard and wet in her hand. It jerked when she touched it in different places like the head and once very hard when her fingers accidentally grazed his balls.

“Bloody hell,” Fred moaned louder than before as he undid the clasps of her robes.

It was the third button down when Angelina started to think things were getting overheated. All she originally wanted was one kiss, just wanted to feel Fred once while being able to see his body at the same time.

“Fred, I think we should stop,” She said, removing her hand from his cock and pushing his fingers away from her buttons. Fred grunted in protest grabbing her wrist and promptly put it back on his penis.

“No, Angelina… Please, please don’t quit now.”
A fit of nervous laughter erupted from Angelina’s chest.

She felt ridiculous and turned on all at the same time. He was staring at her breast like they were two heaping mounds of Galleons.

“Why didn’t you ever wear these for me?” Fred asked in stuttering awe of the scalloped lacing around Angelina’s bra.

“I did, you git; there was just never enough light to see it.”

“Mmmm,” Fred hummed, taking a nipple in his mouth. “Pity, that.”

“Fred.” His lips were very warm in a way that caused a deep ache between her legs. “What if some one comes in?”

”Let them. Let them see those perfect tits and your long legs wrapped around me so they can die with jealously that it’s me with you and not them,” growled Fred, grabbing Angelina’s arse, pulling her forward on his leg and rocking her hips so that she was grinding down on his bare thigh.

The steam, it must have been all the steam in the air that was starting to cloud Angelina’s judgment, because what Fred just said seemed perfectly logical.

“What if I get kicked off the Quidditch team?” She asked in a last ditch effort to hold on to reason.

Fred’s head snapped upward, his eyes fixed in on her with an incredulous glare.

”Geez, Angelina, your worse than Oliver Wood. Do you know that?

Angelina blushed furiously; Fred was such a flatterer.

“I-" But Angelina didn’t get to finish her sentence, because Fred lifted her straight off the wet tiles.

For a moment there was an awkward arrangement of wet limbs. Her arms instinctively went over head to brace her self on the shower stall but she slipped a little trying to balance herself around Fred’s hips. Fred almost fell trying to keep them both from toppling over, and, in the end, she wound up with one foot braced on the tap and her ass balanced on Fred’s arm with his cock poised at her wet opening.

The over head florescent lighting wasn’t flattering. Fred was red as a lobster by now and he had a somewhat mad gleam in his eyes, but she found she wouldn’t trade it for the stuffy dark closets where neither of them could see each other.

He slid into her easily. A high pitched moan escaped her throat, and Fred’s lips clumsily crushed against hers.

“Shhh, you don’t want us to get caught braking Educational Decree Number Twenty Four, do you love?”

“Number… number twenty four?” She asked with another gasp. Bewildered Fred even bothered to memorize Educational Decrees, much less bring them up at a time like this.

“Yeah,” he said with a thrust upward that caused her to scream. “No reforming of any groups without permission of the High Inquisitor.” Fred laughed before jamming his tongue back into her mouth, making her forget about rules and more surprisingly Quidditch.

Wed, 27 Sep 2006 22:55:21 GMT

My fic for
hp_backtosmut is here. I do love it so. Harry/Cho with a dark Harry. Please go read it.

The Slytherin Champion

Sat, 09 Sep 2006 04:43:27 GMT

Title: The Recoil

Author: Fer de Lance bothropsatrox

Paring: Sirius/James

Rated NC-17

Warnings: Underage, Sirius and James are about 15.

Summery: Sirius gets hit with a lust spell meant for Lilly.

Authors Notes. Written for The Quidditch Pitch 08-06 Challenge. Thanks to my beta, stellahargrove

Disclaimer for Journal: Stories on this sight are based on characters and situations created and
owned by JK Rowling, various publishers including but not limited to Bloomsbury Books, Scholastic Books, Raincoast Books, and Warner Bros., Inc.
No money is being made and no copyright or trademark infringement is
intended.

James Potter was going to have Lily Evans, whether she wanted him or not. Which she did, of course, even if she didn’t know it yet.

Remus had pointed it out to him the day they’d been sentenced to scrubbing toilets with no magic for the rest of term for pulling down Sinvellus’s pants.

All four were back in the dorm room after hours being scolded and made to feel like trolls by Dumbledore, but, more humiliating, they’d been forced to apologize to the big nosed freak. Sirius was annoyed,Peter was sulky, and Remus still had his nose in his Transfiguration book. James, seemed less bothered about either the toilet scrubbing or the apology; but more by the fact that Lily would never want to go out with him.

“Kill me,” James moaned miserably, handing Sirius his wand and asking him to Avada Kedavra him.

“All right, Sirius said, taking the wand without hesitation. He placed it under his chin and looked contemplative.

Although, s’kind of a boring way to go Prongs,” Sirius said, pointing James’s wand at his bed side lamp and transfiguring it into a sword.

“You know what they do Japan? It's this kind of ritualistic suicide-

Sirius was roughly shoved with one of Remus’s pointy elbows.

“It a little early for hara kiri, don’t you think?” Remus said, prying James’s wand from Sirius’s grip and handing it back to him. “Anyway, I don’t think Evans hates him as much as she lets on,” Remus mumbled distractedly as he inspected the blade.

The sword looked like a replica of King Arthur’s Excalibur. It had a very elegant, jeweled handle, but instead of being sheathed in a rock, it was vanishing into a lamp post.

“What, are you mad? Sirius snapped indignantly at Remus. Anyone in their right mind would argue that Lily Evans did indeed hate James Potter as much as she let on. Anyone, except Sirius Black, who didn’t want his best friend tied up with a rule abiding bird, and who’s transfiguration craftsmanship had just been challenged.

“Look at how perfect the fucking handle is, and it’s not even my wand.”

“Wait, what did you just say, Moony?” James interrupted.

Remus looked up with an arrogant, superflous grin, while Sirius looked affronted.

“I was just saying, it’s a medieval style sword and Japanese Samari used tant-

“Not the sword, James said with an angry wave of his hands, “No, Evans, what did you say about Lily Evans?”

Remus frowned, clearly disappointed they would not be continuing their discussion of Medieval vs. Samari blades.

“I said, I don’t think she hates you as much as she lets on.”

“She called me a toe rag,” James said gloomily

Sirius slung his arm around James’s shoulder. “Tilt back your head, would you, Prongs?”

James obeyed without question, and Peter looked on enviously. Sirius’s warm fingers ghosted over James’s neck, lightly inspecting the long column of flesh. It caused an embarrassing wave of tingles to rush down James’s spine.

“What are you doing?” He asked irritably.

“It’s the duty of the best mate to cut off the head of his friend once he has gutted himself.”

“Hey, that’s not funny,” squeaked Peter, swallowing visibly when Sirius narrowed his eyes at him.

Remus sighed. “Did you hear what she said?” James lifted his head off Sirius’s arm looking slightly less miserable.

“What?”

“She said that she noticed how you always tussle your hair and –

“Would rather date the Giant Squid than James?” Sirius added helpfully. James threw his head back onto Sirius’s arm. “Go on, do it then.”

Later that night, alone in his bed, James plotted. There had to be a way to make Evans want to date him. All different sorts of ideas were regarded and tossed aside. A love potion would do the trick. but then people would probably notice if one day she hated him and the next she was making wedding arrangements with him. Besides he couldn’t do that to her.

Just then, however, the thought of her flipping her hair of her shoulder dazzled his minds eye again. The way the sunlight got caught in it and made it shine and her eyes… and the way she told him off. James twisted in bed and kicked violently at the bed covers.

There had to be some answer, and what he really needed was someone to sort through these ideas with. Someone to outwit his conscious. Someone like...

“Prongs?”

James jumped, startled by the sudden voice of his friend. Had he been that caught up in the mere thought of her that he hadn’t heard Sirius’s foot falls?

James turned on his side to see Sirius hovering over him.

“Was I thinking that loud?” James grinned.

“Great minds think a like and all that rot,” Sirius said, flinging himself down next to James.

“Budge over, would you?” In a few short moments Sirius had taken over most the room on James’s bed. His whole side was pressed snugly against James’s back, which James was grateful for. If Sirius had plopped down next to James’s front it could have been quite embarrassing. His body was having its typical reaction to extended thoughts of Lily Evans.

“It’s my bed,” James protested

Sirius propped himself against the headboard “Well, if you like being pressed up against me that much.” James didn’t have to see the haughty smirk on Sirius’s face to know it was there.

“Berk.” James muttered, edging over to let more of Sirius’s overly long legs take up more precious real estate.

“So, what I was thinking is,” Sirius started, “we need a charm.”

“Yeah,” James agreed, gleefully surprised Sirius wanted to help him with this matter.

“Something undetectable by Prior Incantato,” Sirius went on with the zealousness he always had when they were going to try out new, unapproved of magic.

“A spell that leaves no trace of itself…” His voice caressed the words lovingly.

Guilt started creeping back into James’s conscious. “I don’t know Sirius,” James shifted uncomfortably. “I want her to like me, but I don’t want to force her to do it.”

“What?” Sirius asked suspiciously.

Certain body parts back to their normal state James turned back onto his back and scowled at Sirius.

“Lily.” Even in the near dark of the room James could see the disappointment in Sirius slate blue eyes.

“Her again?” He asked with an impatient growl.

“Yeah, her again,” James said annoyed, shoving Sirius to make more room for himself.

Their bodies were still pressed close, as a matter a fact, a little of James’s leg was resting over Sirius’s.

“What were you talking about?”

“Scrubbing toilets with our bare hands, you dolt,” said Sirius as if this should be the most obvious thing in the world. “I’m talking about wandless magic.”

Sirius paused to make sure James was on the same page with him again.

James nodded. “Yeah.”

I got a hold of a sixth year charm book and I’m telling you Prongs, we’ve done harder stuff than that before.

"Let's hear it." James resigned himself to hearing Sirius out, afterall, it wasn't like he wanted to scrub toilets.

They spent the rest of the night talking about the mechanics of the spell Sirius read about thus far. James was dangling on the edge of sleep, listening to the sound of Sirius even measured voice when he said, “You know, a lust charm would be kind of the same principal.”

“Hmmm?” James responded muzzly.

“A love potion could be detected in the blood. And anyway, can you imagine what Evans would do if she found out you slipped it to her?”

James grunted. To tired after hours of talking to even contemplate the possibility. “But a lust charm would do the trick, Sirius said softly turning on his side and touching James’s bicep.

“She wouldn’t know why, but she would just start thinking about you… wanting you. Sirius’s lips were close to James’s ear, he could feel his breath tickling the shell.

“Spending her nights with her fingers down her knickers fantasizing about you.”

“How would that be Prongs?”

James was suddenly very awake It was to warm to sleep. Sirius’s body was too close to his, but no it wasn’t close enough. He had to fight not to arch his back into Sirius’s groin every time he felt Sirius exhale against his skin.

“Is it working?” Sirius laughed and then he bit James’s ear.

James lost, his arse jutted backward into Sirius’s cock. Which thankfully was just as hard as his own.

“You hexed me?” James asked, not really caring if Sirius had or hadn’t.

Sirius tightened his grip on James’s arm and pulled him over onto his back He didn’t protest as Sirius pulled his legs apart and laid on top of him pressing their cocks together.

The spell intensified when James looked into Sirius devious eyes.

“Well technically I bewitched you.” Sirius said grinning with his perfect white teeth and his long silky hair falling over. Sirius was so fucking sexy.

James thighs tightened he reached up to try to kiss Sirius, but Sirius dodged his head to the side and leaned down to nibble on James’s throat.

“Love potions are so obvious, but lust charms are better see?” Sirius explained his lips teasing their way up to James’s chin. “If you use them on a girl who already likes you, you can get her to do things in bed she wouldn’t normally want to try. I got Bertha Jorkins to take in the ass, you know?”

The mere thought of Sirius naked was enough to make James hard for a month, but to think of him with his cock in Jorkins arse, better yet his arse made James crazy with built up lust.

He grabbed Sirius by the hair and tried to kiss him again, but Sirius refused pulling back. He yanked Sirius head up and wrapped his legs around his waist making his cock press harder against Sirius’s.

“Kiss me.. kiss me.” James begged desperately. “Let go of my hair you idiot.” Sirius growled.

“Noo. No.” James said grinding upward. “Kiss me.”

Sirius smacked him. It stung, made James’s eyes water with surprise and somehow made him more turned on than he thought possible.

“Please Sirius I need you…I…I.”

Looking far to pleased with himself, which James found inexplicably sexy, Sirius promised to kiss him if he put his arms over his head and laid perfectly still. James complied instantly. Sirius closed his fingers over James’s wrist and lowered his mouth to James’s. Why was Sirius talking so much? Didn’t he know how hard it was not to touch?

“As I was saying before Prongs.” Sirius went on smugly. “If it’s someone who doesn’t really like you, then you have to make it last longer. Snog them but don’t let them come cause once they do the spell is broken. But they still won’t have any idea they’ve been under any kind of spell.” Sirius licked James lips. “They’ll just break it off with you the next day.”

“Or, you can just do the counter curse.” James was shaking now, his belly wet with precome.

“So, don’t punch me when I break the charm. I was just trying to show you how the spell works.”

James strained upward. “Please.” His voice cracked.

But Sirius just said. “Stay.” And leaned back onto his knees.

James knew Sirius was going to break the spell in completely the wrong way.

His hands flew from above his head where they’d been obediently waiting. He grabbed Sirius’s wrist. “You promised.” James said noting how shaky his voice was. “You said if I lay still you would kiss me.”

Sirius frowned. “I’m going to lift the spell, mate, and you won’t want me to.” Sirius assured him, but now James was angry.

“Finite.” Sirius whispered and nothing happened. It had taken a strenuous amount of control to lie there and have all that warm skin and all that dark hair so close to his body and not be able to touch and now Sirius had just broke his promise?

He yanked Sirius forward, rolling him over so that he was pinned under James. Now it was Sirius with his arms trapped above his head. If Sirius struggled or was just writhing under James, he wouldn’t have been able to tell.

James’s muscles were coiled tight, adrenalin coursing magic through his veins; he could feel it thrumming at his finger tips. He was sure he could manage a bit of wandless magic himself if Sirius even thought about trying to get up.

“If you ever lie to me again.” James said lethally, nipping at Sirius’s lips. Sirius laughed and opened up for James. His tongue dived past Sirius’s teeth into the warm depths of Sirius’s mouth. For a moment all he could do was moan with incoherent pleasure as their tongues slid over each other.

“You were hard, too.” James reminded Sirius, pulling back long enough to tug his shirt off. Sirius, most fortunately, didn’t have his on.

“Yeah, well.” Sirius said, lifting his hips up so James could get his bottoms off. “I never tried it wandless before. I think I got a little, too, on the recoil.”

“We better get to spell breaking, then.” He said hungrily.

He wanted to lick Sirius all over. He also wanted Sirius’s lips on his cock, or his cock inside Sirius. He was hovering over Sirius trying to decide just where to begin, when Sirius's fingers brushed delicately over his balls, and he instantly came up with what he considered his best idea up to date.

Turning so his cock was facing Sirius’s head he straddled his knees wide on either side of Sirius’s pillow.

Sirius started to sit up, his nose bumped into James’s erection and he slumped back onto the pillow shaking his head, “No way.”

“Why not? I’ll do yours.”

Sirius looked up and then back at James who was staring at him through his arms.

“You’ll go first?”

James turned his attention back to Sirius’s cock which was flat and very erect against his stomach.

Sure he would go first, he would go second and third…. His face was right there. His lips just at the head. It was odd and wonderful. Odd to be putting his mouth on another man's penis and wonderful when Sirius grabbed his thigh and moaned. His tongue darted out. The head was smooth and dry. Sirius sucked in a sharp breath.

It was all the encouragement James needed, and it made him want to taste more. He moved his lips very gently over the tip, taking it in and resting it on his tongue. Warm fluid dripped onto his taste buds, clean and slightly salty like diluted ocean water. Sirius was leaking for him. It made James feel powerful and sexy. He swirled the liquid around the head mixing it with his own spit, knowing just how good it must feel to Sirius.

He wasn’t wrong. Sirius’s hips jerked upward making more of his cock slip past James’s lips.

“Prongs.” Sirius rasped out. “Prongs.”

James ignored him. He took the base with his free hand and tightened his lips around Sirius's girth, trying to get as much suction as possible and started working his mouth up and down Sirius’s length.

Sirius bit his thigh. Bad dog. James wanted to reprimand him. Why was he biting? To keep himself form moaning too loudly? It made him want to make Sirius scream so loud people would be able to hear it in the great hall.

Two broad hands grabbed his arse cheeks and pulled them apart so that the delicate skin around his hole was pulled taut.

“Ow.” James complained, not appreciating the interruption. Sirius cock fell out of his mouth and made a wet slapping noise as it hit Sirius’s belly, which made James all the more eager to have it back.

“James.” Sirius's voice commanded. “Look at me.”

James straightened his arms and peered at Sirius. Sirius stopped pulling his arse cheeks so far apart and instead directed James’s hips in a more downward direction.

Oh, he saw where Sirius was going with this and was willing to admit he was wrong. He now whole heartedly agreed with the interruption as he watched his cock being slowly lowered to Sirius lips.

Sirius licked, taking his time teasing the head of James’s cock until James couldn’t take it anymore and pushed in deeper. Sirius used his tongue differently than James had. He kept it pressed flat along the shaft as James thrust downward, so that when James pulled up his cock was shiny and wet with saliva. And, Sirius used his lips to suck hard around James’s glans till James had to thrust back in and so the cycle repeated itself till Sirius bucked his hips and James took his cock into his mouth.

Sirius hummed appreciatively, which caused Sirius’s lips to vibrate ever so slightly around his already sensitive prick. James hummed back, and pretty soon they were humming and slurping over each others cocks. Sirius was the first to come. James swallowed as the hot liquid filled his mouth and, with two vicious thrusts down Sirius throat, he was doing the same.

The next day, McGonagall confiscated their wands, and Filch handed them buckets. Mr. Potter. You and Mr. Pettigrew are to clean the girls lavatories, starting with the top floors and working your way down.

"Wait", Sirius butted in. Professor McGonagall threw him a scolding glare. Why does James get to do the girls rooms? Sirius had spent enough time in both girls and boys toilets to know which job would be far easier.

Remus kicked his leg. "Shut up, Sirius." He said through clenched teeth.

"Yes, do shut up, Sirius." James chimed in, looking at Sirius for the first time since he’d rolled off him that morning and headed straight to the showers.

"Why don’t you make me, Potter?" Sirius said before he could stop himself. Really, there was something about having it off with your best mate and then having him act like a complete twat the next day that was thoroughly annoying.

"Fifteen points from Gryffindor." Professor McGonagall’s voice snapped. .

"Wha- what?" Sirius stuttered, shocked.

A piece. She went on firmly, her mouth twisting into a sour little bow as if she had just sucked on a particularly tangy lemon. For lack of control. "Really, I don’t know what has gotten into you two lately, but I’m very disappointed."

The worst part wasn’t cleaning the toilets, but having to pass Filch’s inspections. Which resulted in having to do the most laborious jobs twice. Also, Moony wasn’t an exceptional amount of fun in these situations.

"No he didn’t think it was a good idea to charm the toilets to spit water whenever someone sat down. And, no, he would not share his gloves with Sirius." Remus had been the only one offered rubber gloves.

On Thursday, he and James still hadn’t done more than nod hello to each other at meal times.
No one noticed, however, because all any of them had energy to do was nod at each other. Hogwarts had what seemed like infinite number of bathrooms. So many, in fact, that Sirius thought it would be a good idea to make a map of all of them and then blow them up at a later time. That way, if they ever got detention scrubbing toilets again, which was more than likely, there would only be four, not a bizillion.

Sirius skipped dinner on Friday; all he wanted to do was sleep, and he was almost there when his bed curtains were roughly shoved aside.

"Padfoot?"

Sirius turned to see his James looming over him.
"Yeah?"

"Move over would you." James said, flopping down on the bed next to him.

Thu, 08 Jun 2006 15:54:43 GMT

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Fri, 02 Jun 2006 13:05:37 GMT

Unanswered

Fer de Lance

Harry/Narcissa

Warnings: Hate Sex

Harry and Narcissa meet in secret.

Thanks to the most fabulous stellahargrove for the beta.

Disclaimer for Journal: Stories on this sight are based on characters and situations created and
owned by JK Rowling, various publishers including but not limited to
Bloomsbury Books, Scholastic Books, Raincoast Books, and Warner Bros., Inc.
No money is being made and no copyright or trademark infringement is
intended.

The mudblood is on his knees in front of her, and she is trembling violently. Lucius was her only lover, ever; purebred woman are married virgins or not at all.

He pushes up her finely tailored robes and licks the outside of her thighs, the outside, not the inside. It’s so different, so unexpectedly erotic that her legs part involuntarily. His technique has made stellar improvement since their first time together.
He must have taken a few lovers in the past two years, because he seems to know more than her husband did at the same age.

“Like that?”

He laps the top of her black silken panties and her fingers twist into his vile hair. She can tell she’s wet by the easy glide of the material around clitoris.

He moves the material aside, his hands still on her hips, and he licks hard in a spot that cause her knees to dig into his shoulders. In seconds, she’s coming in a torrent of pleasure.

He takes the hand still in his hair and, with a painful twist, she’s face to face with him. “I asked you a question.”

His eyes are a lethal shade of green, poisonous and impossible to look away from.

“Halfblood.” Her trenchant response comes out before she can stop it, and his fingers close around her wind pipe.

“Do you talk to Voldemort that way?” His other hand is pinching her left nipple. Every time she breaths out her throat pushes into his hand.

“Are you comparing yourself to Voldemort?” His hand constricts tighter, she likes it better, and he knows it.

The turpitude of the whole situation is enough to make her sick. Severus Snape is what Harry is, Dumbledore’s man, but he can’t risk helping the order or being seen in public for that matter. So they pass information to each other through her.

Voldemort is foolish enough to believe that because she spreads her thighs for Potter, that he is in love with her, and will give her information about how close he is to finding the Horcruxes.

What she knows, and Severus has told her not to reveal to Potter, is that not even Voldemort knows where all of them are anymore. That is why Voldemort lets Potter live, because he’s hunting down the Horcruxes with as much passion as Voldemort seeks them. The closer Potter is to finding a Horcrux, the closer Voldemort is to finding it too.

“Get on the bed,” he orders, releasing his hold on her neck.

She undresses, making sure to keep her back turned away from him. Not because she thinks Potter will care about the marks on her back, but because she doesn’t want him getting any ideas.

They are in a muggle hotel room. He always picks a different one, but they are always muggle. This one is cheaper than the last one; the window is open to allow in a breeze that carries on it the smell of exhaust fumes from muggle cars.

Still, she is grateful the chintzy sheets feel cool against her flesh. He divests his clothing quickly enough. All he has on are ridiculous denim trousers and a white t-shirt. He takes his time hovering over her, holding himself up on both arms. His body is young and tight, his chest lithe. She notices a love bite on his pectoral and is slightly surprised to find herself jealous. The idea that only a few months separate her son and him in age doesn’t seem to bother her at all. When she looks at him, he’s smiling, smug and twisted.

“Ready for me?” She glances down at his penis; its dipping forward red and angry.

“Yes,” she answers in a hushed whisper. It isn’t a lie.

It takes a few strokes to find a rhythm. He balances himself on one arm and hooks her leg around his back. Only when she cries out does he put his head next to her ear on the pillow and begins talking.

“I almost got killed with that last little tip Severus gave you.” His voice is guttural between thrusts.

“It was the location of a Horcrux, did you think it would be easy?”

His bony pubic bones dig into her as he rotates his hips.

“You want me to get killed?” He hisses out hatefully.

Oh God, no she doesn’t. Narcissa is to report how close Potter is to the Horcruxes. Voldemort has a way of letting people live as long as they are useful to him.And that is why Severus insists Harry must win in the end, because he’ll let them live. Better still, he’ll let them go free.

She wants to tell him that she’s enervated and she just wants it to be over; every time she hears about a confrontation between Harry and the Death Eaters, she worries about her son’s safety and then his. Lucius is dead, but Draco is still alive, and that’s all she wants.

But, she heeds Severus’s warning about not giving away too much information, and so she says, “What use are you to me if you’re dead?”

He laughs next to her ear, as if her answer was expected and trite. “Right.”

He begins rutting into her too hard and too fast for it to be pleasurable anymore. Her breasts bounce painfully and she her legs vie for a better position around him so that he can’t plunge in so fast.

Her sweat bleeds into the half open wounds on her back and causes them to sting.

In lieu of asking him stop, she opts for revenge, reaching up and sinking her teeth into the side of his throat until she can taste the coppery tang of blood in her mouth. She hopes it hurts, hopes he won’t be able to spell the mark she knows it will leave on his flesh.

He slows his thrusts to a more pleasurable pace and manages hold himself off till she climaxes again. Then, his movements become sporadic, his body goes rigid then completely limp.

The breeze from the open window has turned cold, and when she looks out, she sees that a light rain has begun to darken the sky. It makes it seem later in the day than it really is, but she can see where the sun is breaking clear just beyond the storm clouds.

“Potter?” He’s been lying on her longer than normal. After they’re done he only stays in bed long enough to catch his breath.

No response. “Potter?”

“Nnngh what?” He asks sleepily

“Off.” She can’t afford sentimentalities at this stage in the game, but he rolls onto his side and wraps his arm around her.

“Wait.”

“I didn’t plan on leaving.” Her voice held in the perfect aristocratic authority she doesn’t feel. “You owe me information.” She can’t go back to Voldemort with nothing.

She turns her head to him in time to see his eyes open as he props himself up on his elbow, head resting in his hand.

“How silly of me to forget payment,” he says lazily, his lips curl in a smile that reminds her of Severus’s. She supposes Harry thinks himself clever for leaving the word ‘whore’ unspoken.

Self righteous anger heats her cheeks. As if he couldn’t understand; she is sure that if it were Potter’s mother in her situation, she would do the same thing that Narcissa is doing now.

Somewhere in the back of her mind, she knows Draco would never help a mudblood like Evans. Potter has agreed to try to keep Draco safe in the event of a confrontation. Another example of Severus’s brilliant planning. Together they’ve managed to convince Potter the only reason Draco sided with Voldemort was for fear of his family’s safety. Being the Gryffindor that he is, Potter believed them.

“Turn over.”

“No.” She answers immediately, self conscious of the marks on her back, she thought she’d kept hidden.

“Do it Narcissa, or I won’t tell you anything at all and you’ll have to go back to Voldemort with nothing.

“You wouldn’t.” That’s not part of the arrangement.

“I wouldn’t?” He asks, and his eyes are so vapid that she believes he would.

He grabs her arm roughly and rolls her on to her stomach when she doesn’t do it herself.

“Stay this way.” He orders as gets up from the bed. A rustling of clothing, and she props herself up on her elbows and looks over her shoulder to see him looking though his jean pockets and pulling out a small vial with some form of clear liquid in it.

She feels the weight of him shift back on the bed, and then his knee pushing her thighs apart. Fear twists like a knife in her throat as his intentions couldn’t be clearer

His fingers touch lightly at her shoulders sweeping her long hair off her back and then they gently go skating down her back.

“Please don’t, Potter.” She isn’t sure how much more she can take.

His fingers are on her arse now teasing along the clef.

“Shh,” Potter whispers, and she hears the top of the bottle pop off. “I’ll be gentle.” He says soothingly and she buries her head in the pillow, willing the tears not to come.

“Don’t,” she begs one more time.

“Narcissa, those are nasty scars you don’t want them to be permanent.” He says, voice still soft, and then she feels the cool spread of whatever is in the vial being applied across the marks on her back instantly cooling the burning.

Tears of relief do run down her cheeks when she realizes that she’d misjudged his actions.

“Shh,” he whispers again when she gives a shudder. “I’m sorry.” His voice does sound remorseful. “I wouldn’t really make you go back to Voldermort with nothing.” He applies the last of the ointment his hand stilling on her hips. “As a matter of fact, I wouldn’t let you go back to Voldemort at all.

His words make her heart hammer in her chest. She wipes the tears from her eyes and turns to face him. He flops back down beside her.

“Come here.” He says extending his arm over his head as an invitation to lie back down on his chest. “Come here.” The room has become chilly and the warmth of his body is a hard lure to refuse. The promise at the edge of his words an even more magnetic pull and she finds herself curling against him.

A flick of his wrist and the window shuts itself and the covers come up around them.

“Severus is back at headquarters, Narcissa; it’s not safe for him anymore or you.”

“Draco?” She asks swallowing down the lump in her throat. If he only knew how long she’s yearned to hear these words.

“He’s in a house; I’m the secret keeper, so it’s safe.”

“I thought Professor Dumbledore was the secret keeper for your headquarters.”

“He is… was. I performed the Fidelius Charm for another location.” Potter says casually.

When Potter had learned to do a Fidelius Charm while hunting down Horcruxes is almost unfathomable to her, but he has no reason to lie.

She reaches up with tentative fingers and strokes the love bite on Harry’s pectoral

“And the girl who gave you this won’t mind you having me there?”

His body shakes with laughter

“Jealous are you?”

“No.”

Yes, her mind counters, but she curls in closer to him.

“I got attacked by a house elf when I called her master a inbred lunatic,” he says, moving the hair from around her face.

She raises a skeptical eyebrow, looking up at him, and he’s smiling wryly.

“A house elf?”

“Just a house elf,” he echoes, tracing a thumb across her jaw and then her lips. “So, are you coming back with me?”

She would go anywhere her son was, but she’s so grateful that he’s with Potter and she can finally leave Voldemort.

And then, a thought occurs to her that sends a shock of fear to her very core.

“You know where the last Horcrux is?”

He doesn’t answer.

“I think you’re better off not knowing that.”

“But-“

“But what if I’m killed and Voldemort finds you anyway?” Harry says, pulling her lips against his.

“Yes,” she confesses.

“If I die, I’m taking Voldemort with me.”

And, for the first time ever, they kiss. His tongue slides into her mouth and he rolls them back over till he’s on top and inside of her again.

She knows it’s wrong to feel safe in his arms and to trust him, but she does.

“Are you coming back with me?” He asks between the soughing sounds he makes

And really there’s no other answer but, “Yes.”

Fri, 28 Apr 2006 22:55:42 GMT

the marry, shag or cliff meme;
We're going to play a little sexual game I like to call...

THE MARRY, SHAG OR CLIFF MEME

Right this way!

Mon, 10 Apr 2006 22:31:43 GMT

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Mon, 10 Apr 2006 21:01:12 GMT

At the request of stephanometra I’m pimping the
Harry Potter Back to School Smut Exchange. There are only 2 more days to sign up and more people are needed to sign on and write porn.

http://community.livejournal.com/hp_backtosmut/555.html?mode=reply

Tue, 07 Feb 2006 00:03:43 GMT

Remus Lupin
You are looking for someone sweet, intelligent, and

understanding. Although he may have big

troubles to overcome, with you by his side

this wolfman will at least have a

non-judgmental, loving romance.

Who is your Harry Potter love match? (for girls)
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oh on my first try even. We were meant to be together David Thewlis... Er I mean Remus Lupin.

Wed, 01 Feb 2006 23:30:38 GMT

My brother is visiting and while I was at work the little basterd decided to go lurking into my. He found my stash of pornagraphic gay fics in progress. He thinks I'm a talented writer of course no he has something to hold over my head forever. Wow now somebody from real life knows my dirty little secret

the first webpage I ever made

Thu, 21 Jul 2005 23:21:48 GMT

Well I’ve just finished my first website for my darling beta reader Stella. I must thank liza D who helped me when I got confounded. I will still probably tweak this page as I lean more. Also thanks to fiendling, Lizardspots Crain and nebulean for letting us use their art work. Oh and the link
www.geocities.com/stellabellauk
NP

Harry Snape First Kiss

Thu, 07 Apr 2005 17:57:22 GMT

Thanks to wellington who took a request to do a Snape/Harry kiss in the hall for my up and coming fanfic.
I really love it.
http://www.livejournal.com/users/drawingdaily/11752.html