Restricted Section
Victoire watched Salvatore, admiring how heart-wrenchingly sweet he looked while asleep. He stirred, the arm that slung over her pulling inwards so that his hand rested on her waist. He blinked his eyes open and she watched surprise flash across his face before his memory caught up to him. He pulled her body flush to his wordlessly, and she snuggled into his neck. His fingers brushed along her waist where her shirt rose up to reveal bare skin. Her own hands strayed to his muscled abdomen, tracing his tattoos with her finger. He watched her, letting himself enjoy her light touch and stop fighting his instinct to push her away. He'd warned her so many times to stay away from him and not involve herself with his business, but the girl seemed as drawn to him as he was to her. And he was a selfish creature at heart. He'd had so little affection shown to him in his life - he could never remember being touched like this. He'd fucked his fair share of girls, though he'd never allowed them to get close to him. He kept everyone at a distance. It was safer that way. He'd rather be the one to leave than get left behind; he vowed to never give anyone that sort of power over him. At least with Victoire, he'd been able to delude himself into thinking that he wanted her to stay away from him for her own good. And that was certainly half of it - but the other half of it was his crippling fear that if he let her in, she'd destroy whatever part of him there was left intact to destroy. The magnetism he felt towards Victoire was impossible to ignore, though he didn't think he could admit to it entirely. Not with two other idiots hanging around her all the time. Possibly three if the look she gave that Teddy kid while he watched her board to Hogwarts Express was any indication. Sal knew there wasn't much else to his and Victoire's relationship other than banter during Potions and nearly hate-fucking one another anytime they met outside of that. But he wanted there to be. And though he was fucking terrified of letting her in and granting her power over him, he'd decided that it hurt more right now to stay away from her. If he hated himself even more for this decision in the future, fuck it. He didn't expect to live a very long life anyway given the direction his family pushed him into.
"Salvatore?"
"Hmm," he responded noncommittally, placing a kiss on her neck. He pulled her leg over his body, encouraging her to straddle him. She sat up straight on top of him, her legs on either side of him as she looked into his dark eyes, glad to see his under eye shadows lightened for once.
"About what you said earlier...About escaping into the muggle world."
He held her waist, dragging her along his stiff length as her eyes demanded answers he couldn't give her.
"Leave it," he growled, pressing her down harder against his cock. His vulnerability only went to a certain extent; and he didn't feel he could reveal any more of his true self to her tonight. The friction against her clit felt so distractingly amazing that she only managed to frown at his familiar, demanding tone; losing her will to grill him for answers that might prove his innocence. She began to grind her hips against him without his help, wanting to take control of him the way he did with her previously. He took her shirt off, revealing her in her bra as she rubbed her pussy along him, the touch separated by their underwear. As the pleasurable feeling built within her, she reached to grab his throat to strengthen her grip on him. He grinned wickedly as she used her hold as leverage, quickening her pace as she sought her own pleasure with his body.
With no warning he ripped her hand from his throat, sitting up straight beneath her and held her own throat. He began thrusting upwards, his other hand gripping her ass and forcing it to slam against his cock, her clit hitting against it every time.
"You might be on top right now baby, but I still own you. Remember who's in control here," he said into her ear in his low, gravelly voice. All semblance of control left her as she felt her pussy respond to him. She wanted to rip their underwear off and slide her wet pussy lips around his huge cock, letting him feel the slickness that existed purely for him in this moment. But she wouldn't - not until the playing field was level between them.
She pulled his hand off her throat next, swinging her leg off of him as she pulled his boxers off. "I believe you ran off before I could take care of you last time."
He laid back down, putting his hands behind his head as he clearly knew what was coming next - him.
She blushed, feeling intimidated by his length as she prepared to take him within her mouth. She arched her back as she licked around his tip, closing her mouth against it as she pressed the sweetest, filthiest little kiss to the head of his cock; feeling it pulse beneath her lips just for her. She took more of him into her mouth, his muttered curses encouraging her to drive him to deeper pleasure. Her warm, wet tongue pressed against him as she took him into her throat, her hand an extension of her mouth at the base of his cock. She choked on it, looking up at him as she did so and seeing exactly how turned on he was by her. He held her long hair firmly out of her face, his grip demanding and his eyes hooded in pleasure.
She moaned hungrily as she sucked his cock, her movements eager. As she looked up at him she knew she had him at her mercy, however much he'd like to believe the opposite was true. He thrusted into her mouth and her pussy throbbed for him, wishing for his attention there. She ran her tongue along his tip with every pass, his grunts of pleasure making her more and more eager to keep pleasing him.
"Fuck baby, just like that," he groaned, and he spilled into her mouth moments later. She swallowed every last drop from him, licking his tip clean like a good girl. His chest rose and fell at a rapid pace as he caught his breath and she stared up at him. He pulled her against him more gently than she could've imagined, and licked his own cum off the corner of her mouth before kissing her deeply. She wasn't sure why that should turn her on so much, but it did - just like practically everything else Salvatore did.
"We're even now," she grinned when they finally pulled apart.
"I think I want you in my debt again, Weasley," he said, grabbing her and shifting them so that he was now on top.
"As tempted as I am to accept that offer, I really should be getting back to my common room."
Salvatore looked disappointed to miss his chance as pleasuring her, but he nodded all the same. "I'll walk you back. Stay behind me so you could hide in case we run into any professors."
Victoire nodded, not bothering to attempt to argue with him on that point. She knew he hardly cared about detention anyways, what with all his secret lurking about the place. He walked her safely to Ravenclaw Tower before leaving her side - and she hoped that he returned to his common room, rather than taking any more mysterious adventures.
***
Victoire was befuddled by her Veela research and decided to continue her hunt for answers. She knew the only other place she could possibly find relevant information from was within the restricted section of the library. She didn't want to ask a professor's permission to pursue the subject since her interest in the subject wasn't for a school project. So there was nothing for it but to sneak in with her trusty cloak.
She sat next to James again at the Gryffindor table, who hushed her as she approached. She raised an eyebrow at the less than warm welcome, spotting Kit across from James looking equally absorbed in some unknown game as they stared down the Gryffindor table. A rather fussy looking Gryffindor Head Boy sat down further along the row and a honking noise sounded like a goose being strangled as a stink pellet erupted and the boy fainted. Kit and James burst out laughing, high-fiving one another across the table as they clutched their stomachs from laughing so hard. Victoire looked at them incredulously, relieved to see the boy stirring after a long moment. When Kit and her cousin calmed down, wiping tears of laughter from their eyes, she spoke.
"What the hell was that about?"
"Just an innocent prank, cuz. Don't get your knickers in a twist."
"Yeah, Twa. Peter, however, probably has his knickers so twisted up his butt that he'll need an Unsticking charm to remove that wedgie."
James rolled over in laughter again as Vic frowned. "Did he really deserve that? It seems mean."
Kit grew serious. Well - as serious as Kit ever got. "He did! He owed me fifteen sickles, and he's an ass to the little first years."
She shrugged, returning to face James as she asked to borrow his cloak again for the night.
"I need to sneak into the Restricted Section," she explained, getting her sickles ready for his rental fee.
It seemed Kit caught those words, for her perked up instantly. "Ooh, are we going on an adventure tonight, babe?"
She bit her lip. "Oh, um - you probably shouldn't come. You could get in trouble if we're caught."
"Nonsense. You shouldn't wander around alone, even with a super cool invisibility cloak," he added in a low whisper.
She gave James a look of surprise, wondering why he'd shown Kit, of all people, his father's cloak.
"I may have included him in on some other pranks in the past," he admitted somewhat guiltily. She wasn't in the least surprised that two of them got up to mischief together in Gryffindor House.
"Whatever. I'm going tonight if you want to meet me at 10."
"I'll be there, babe. I'm so excited. This is more exciting than that time we accidentally set that chair on fire," he said towards James.
A sparkle of fond remembrance gleamed in James' eye. "Ahh, yes. With Peter Von Dinkle still on it. Good times."
"Shame about the bald spot, though. Madame Pomfrey fixed him in the end!" he added at Victoire's scowl of disapproval concealing her amusement successfully.
***
"Just where are you sneaking off to now, Vic?" Link demanded.
She sighed, knowing she should've thrown the cloak on before entering the abandoned common room - except for Link. "I'm going to the restricted section. I'm looking for a book about Veelas to help me understand that part of me better - the library has nothing useful in the open sections."
He nodded, approving of her reason even if she was breaking the rules as a prefect again. "I'll come with you."
"No need," she insisted.
He cocked a brow. "Why, is someone else meeting you?"
"Yes," she admitted guiltily, knowing he'd only been joking. "Kit overhead me tell my cousin my plan, so he decided he'd follow me."
"Oh," Link said, looking defeated for a moment before stiffening. "I'm coming too then. Unless you don't want me."
Victoire ran a hand down her face, knowing he'd just set her up. She wouldn't refuse his company knowing that he'd take it as a personal offense; perhaps believing she just wished to have some private time with Kit. "Fine, but it's at your own risk."
"Understood," he agreed, allowing her to push him under the cloak as they met Kit outside the library. When Link revealed himself from under their cloak too, Kit gasped.
"Stinky! What are you doing here?"
Link glared at him, saying nothing.
"The more the merrier, right, babe?" Kit indicated towards Victoire, waggling his brows suggestively.
"Sure," she answered, using her lantern to light the path into the library. The walked along to the restricted section, unlocking it with a simple charm. She searched the shelves for relevant books, Kit coming up behind her to help. Link gave her space, his arms crossed huffily as he brooded over Kits' physical proximity. After looking for several minutes she found only one book about Veelas, which successfully narrowed her search.
"I guess that's all," she grumbled, thumbing through the book quickly.
"We can have a bit more fun while we're here, no?" Kit suggested, sliding his hands along her sides.
"No," Link said firmly, grabbing Victoire's hand in his own. "Let's go back," he insisted.
Kit tutted. "What did we say about sharing, Link?"
"That it's never gonna fucking happen," he growled.
Kit hooked the corner of his mouth up into an arrogant smirk. "No, Link. It's fucking hot. Let me show you," he said, offering a demonstration as he stole a kiss from Victoire. If part of her had just objected to being fought over, it was long gone as she felt herself relax under Kit's touch. She leaned into Kit for both the pleasure of his touch and to test if Link truly was okay with their open agreement.
Link pulled her away from Kit roughly, stealing his own kiss from her lips as she pressed a hand to his chest, leaning into him.
Kit stood behind her, kissing her neck and reaching to caress one of her breasts from beneath her shirt. Kit pulled Victoire against him and she felt him smirk while kissing her neck, a whimper of need escaping her as Kit's free hand reached up beneath her skirt, playing with her pussy. Link watched them, looking furious for a moment before the outline of his stiff cock revealed itself, straining against his pants.
Victoire's eyes were lowered in pleasure as Kit touched her, kissing her neck and rubbing her pussy, her breasts aching for him as he squeezed one. Her senses were overwhelmed with him, turned on by the sight of Link watching Kit touch her. Link strode forward, crushing his lips to her demandingly, though he didn't throw Kit off her this time. A moment later a meow sounded, Filch's cat spying them.
"Shit, we have to get out of here," Victoire breathed. "But there's only room for two of us under the cloak. We're too big, we'll all get caught if we try to squeeze."
"You two are prefects, you should make a run for it. The consequences will be worse for you if you're caught," Kit insisted.
"But what about you?" she asked, not wanting him to get in trouble.
"Dont worry about me, babe, I'll be just fine. I'll cause a distraction to give you time to get away. Make sure she gets back safely," he added to Link, who nodded.
"Let's go, Vic," Link commanded, throwing the cloak over her and joining her beneath as they snuck out of the library.
In a heroic act, Kit began singing in an obnoxiously loud voice a song by The Weird Sisters as Filch approached, running along the library in an attempt to drive him away from Link and Victoire's retreating forms.
And Victoire wasn't sure what turned her on more - the fact that two men she was addicted to had shared her for one all too brief moment, or the fact that her brave Gryffindor lion just sacrificed himself to allow them to escape.