Love Pentagon
I hate him, Teddy thought venomously as he stared at Salvatore through narrowed eyes. He watched as Salvatore sat relaxed as if settling down for a cup of tea rather than an investigation, his demeanor insolent and unyielding. Teddy inhaled sharply, willing himself to remain professional regardless of his personal reasons for disliking the prick in front of him.
"Do you know why I've called you here, Mr. Rookwood?"
Salvatore looked up, his dark stare penetrating and threatening. "I see the way you look at Victoire. Maybe you've come to ask me for tips on how I manage to please her so well in bed? If that's the case, then pack it up, copper. I doubt you'd know how to pleasure a woman with a map and a vibrator."
Teddy bared his teeth, biting back on a retort as he watched a sickeningly smug smile bloom across Salvatore's face as he nearly got the reaction he wanted.
"Don't you ever," he stepped towards Salvatore, "talk about Victoire in that manner. Victoire has nothing to do with this, and you won't bring her name up again."
Salvatore rolled his eyes, looking bored.
Teddy rolled his shoulders back, pressing on. He wanted to spend as little time as possible in Salvatore's presence. "We have sufficient proof that there's at least one Hogwarts student that's been taking part in the recent attacks against muggleborns. Therefore I'd like to know what you were up to the night of September 15th - the date of the latest attack."
"Shall I go get my fucking diary and read it to you? How should I remember what I did on some regular day? I had classes, ate, did homework, probably punched someone - normal shit."
Teddy blinked, not trusting Salvatore one bit. "Did you leave Hogwarts grounds that night?"
"No, asshole," Sal growled.
Teddy cracked his neck, Sal's insolent tone grating on his last nerves. "Watch how you speak to me, Rookwood. You'll cooperate with me because it's within my right to use whatever means necessary to extract the truth from you, and I'm not above slipping you Veritaserum or Legillimency."
"Would you like to extract some choice memories of me and Victoire together? Wank one out watching us through a pensieve, since that's the closest you'll be getting to her?"
Teddy pointed his wand at Salvatore slowly, causing Salvatore to still. "You'll keep her name off your forked tongue, boy. Kieran Dillon will be regaining his memories back any day now, and I wonder if he'll have anything to say about you when he does."
Something like fear flickered within Salvatore's eyes as Teddy spoke, though he recovered quickly and resumed his indifferent sneer. But it had been there. Teddy was bluffing; Kieran still wasn't in any shape to be questioned about what'd happened to him, though he would be in time. And Teddy looked forward to that day if it would bring conclusive proof of Salvatore's unworthiness.
***
The Gryffindor Quidditch team's practice was just wrapping up, and in a reversal of roles, Victoire snuck onto the pitch to watch. Kit was slapping his teammates on the ass, laughing easily and sharing in jokes with everyone. He really was charismatic without much effort, and she found herself smiling at him even when he wasn't aware of her presence. But he didn't stay unaware of her for long - with a cry of "TWA!" from across the pitch, he grabbed him broom and flew to her. Her eyes widened as he made no effort to stop despite them being only a few feet away; he was definitely going to crash right into her. She screamed as she saw his hands position themselves to grab her, but before she could run away she found herself being swept up into his arms while he was still riding the broom.
"KIT!" she screamed, while he laughed hysterically; his grip on her tight as she wrapped herself around him for security. He did a lap around the pitch with her in his lap. Being in the air but not the one in control was terrifying, but also the most liberating sensation. She found herself grinning, shaking her head at Kit's craziness.
When he finally landed, she smacked him playfully on the arm as she dismounted his lap. "Are you trying to kill me off before the Gryffindor-Ravenclaw match in two weeks, because you're nervous that I'll crush you?"
"I was only showing off for you because you've never visited me during one of my practices before, so I got excited," he said, his puppy eyes branding his very face into her heart. She swore that if he'd had a tail, he'd be wagging it for her.
She chuckled indulgently, giving him a proper greeting as she leaned in for a hug. It was like hugging a giant, warm, muscly teddy bear. He scooped her up into his arms, her legs wrapping around him again.
"I wanted to thank you properly for distracting Filch the other day so that me and Link could escape. I hope you didn't get in too much trouble for our sake."
He set her down, playing with her hair as he gave her a shit-eating grin. "Have a little more faith in my mad skillz, babe. That stringy haired old uggo couldn't catch me. I had a lot of fun making him chase me, though - he's surprisingly fast and nimble for someone who's like, probably 150 years old."
Victoire laughed; indulging in the familiar, cozy sensation that she had whenever she spent time with Kit. He made her smile and her heart feel light in a way that no one else could. "Do you wanna hang out for a bit? I have 2 hours before Ravenclaw practices."
"Sure, babe. Ooh I know! Let's have a picnic by the lake," he suggested with an excited grin.
"That sounds perfect," she agreed, truly meaning it.
***
Kit dragged Victoire along by the hand on the ground floor, wondering where the hell he was taking her.
"You'll see, Twa." They stopped in front of a painting of a bowl of fruit; Kit tickling the pear which subsequently giggled, the portrait swinging open to reveal the Hogwarts Kitchens. They stepped in, and immediately hundreds of house-elves swarmed to them, bowing low. Victoire frowned - Aunt Hermione had done so much for house-elves for her work in the Ministry of Magic, and while all house-elves now received good pay and time off, they mostly still held onto the subservient mindset that'd been instilled in them for generations.
"Master Kit has come to visit us again!" one particularly tiny house-elf shrieked with joy before another fainted from the excitement.
"Hi, Knobbles!" Kit beamed, stooping down to shake the house-elf's hand. Knobbles proceeded to turn a deep pinkish color, bowing several times.
"Hello, Master Kit! What can I get for you?" he asked, glancing shyly at Victoire.
"This is my girlfriend, Victoire. Victoire, this is my friend Knobbles."
Victoire glanced at Kit, her own cheeks flushing a bit at his calling her his girlfriend. She found that she didn't have a problem with that - so long as he continued to be okay with her having other "boyfriends", too.
Knobbles bowed to Victoire, and she greeted him kindly. "It's lovely to meet you, Knobbles!"
"The honor is mine, Miss Victoire. Anyone who brings pleasure to the most handsome and generous Master Kit is a most special person, indeed. Please allow me to see to all of your foodstuff needs."
Victoire bit her lip, flustered. She looked to Kit who looked unreasonably chuffed at Knobbles' fawning. She mentally accused Kit of being a vain ham, though she couldn't help but secretly adore him nonetheless.
"We'll be having a picnic, Knobbles. I'm not very hungry, so just a light selection for today, please: maybe just some chipolatas, bacon buttys, waffles, pastries, fruit, hashbrowns, pan au chocolat, and monte cristos. We'll skip the pancakes for today."
Vic's jaw dropped as she waited for Kit to give the indication that he was joking about that being a "light selection", but the indication never came. Knobbles and countless other house-elves saw to Kit's request immediately while he stretched lazily, grinning at Victoire. Victoire looked around the expansive kitchens and found an honest to Helga Hufflepuff framed moving photograph in pride of place above the kitchen hearth of Kit with his arms outstretched as if to show off his guns; Knobbles' legs dangling around his neck and his fingers in a peace sign, and six other house-elves, three on each arm sitting atop his bulging biceps, looking thrilled to be there. Victoire burst out laughing; it was the best, most ridiculous thing she'd ever seen.
She turned to Kit, about to ask about the photo in question when she found him snacking on a stack on pancakes despite his declaration not one minute ago that he'd opted to eat "light" and skip the pancakes.
"What's so funny, babe?" he asked through a mouthful of pancakes.
"That photo of you and the house-elves is. How often do you come here? Why do they treat you like you're some sort of king?"
"Oh yeah, that. I keep the same picture in my wallet. And I should think that last question is obvious," he frowned, flexing his muscles not-so-subtly. "And I come here whenever I get hungry. Which outside of regular meals isn't a lot. Maybe only like twice a day. That one faints every time, too," he smiled, pointing to the little lump of a house-elf still on the floor, getting water splashed onto her face. "Once a month I party with them here. That photo's from last month's party - Knobbles got so tipsy he stripped out of his toga and began swinging it around his head. It was great."
"Here, Master Kit!" Knobbles and ten other house-elves struggled to drag a huge basket of food to Kit's feet.
"Thanks, everyone!" he beamed, picking up the basket covered with a cloth napkin. Two giggles sounded from within, and Kit took off the napkin to reveal two girl house-elves staring at Kit dreamily.
Fucks sake, even house-elves want this man, Victoire thought without any true bitterness. They couldn't be blamed - he was like everything good, sweet, and ridiculous in the world.
***
They sat by the lake, enjoying the delicious food and sharing many laughs together.
"So, babe, how are things with our other boyfriends?" Kit asked seriously.
Victoire choked on the decanter of pomegranate juice the house-elves gave them. "Our what?"
Kit rolled her eyes like she was being ridiculous. "C'mon, Twa. Don't be coy with me. It's cute when I do it, but no one else. I know you're seeing Link, and by the way you and Salvatore have been staring at one another; I assume you're seeing him, too. Unless you wanna give us a cool group name, I'm just gonna refer to the others as our boyfriends."
Victoire was touched that Kit had been watching her closely enough to notice her eye contact with Salvatore from across house tables, considering they didn't see much of one another outside of forbidden excursions and Potion's class. "Oh, um...well, I guess in a way I am. There's also Teddy Lupin who knows about you all, too..."
"Ooh, a love pentagon!! How risque," he flopped onto his stomach, swinging his legs into the air like a thirteen year old girl.
Victoire imagined Salvatore's reaction to being called Kit's boyfriend and recoiled.
"I thought you hated Salvatore?" she questioned.
Kit stiffened ever so slightly. "Um, yeah. I don't really hate him...he hates me, though."
"But why?"
Kit frowned. "It's not my place to say, babe. That's between me and him. But I hope we'll be able to put it aside for the sake of our new relationship."
She then sighed, realizing how much this situation had been stressing her out. She hadn't had time to delve into her Veela book yet; but felt that somehow it held much needed answers to her situation. "The truth is, I really like all of you. And I don't want to stop seeing any of you, or be forced to pick between you. Does that make me...bad?" she whispered, not understanding just how badly she needed to talk about this with someone nonjudgemental until this very moment.
Kit moved to sit beside her, throwing an arm around her shoulder as he looked into her eyes. "Not at all, babe," he assured her, his twinkling blue eyes sincere. "Having so many lovers in your heart is a blessing, and I'm gonna be right beside you to help convince our boyfriends of the same. I feel something...different, and meaningful with you, Vic. And if you feel what we both feel with 3 other guys, then you can't just ignore that. I wouldn't want you to."
Victoire smiled widely, loving how easily Kit accepted her need to be loved by all four of them. "Thank you, Kit," she said before pressing a kiss to his lips. Their kiss deepened, and Kit silently cast a spell around them to surround them in tall, beautiful hedges that shielded them from view; though there was no one around anyway. She ran a hand along the muscled planes of his huge body as she sat atop him, grinding against his stiff cock. She tore off his pants and underwear while he put her into reverse-cowgirl atop him. She panted as he slid her panties off and she ground herself against his huge cock. He spread his legs wide, spreading hers wide as well as he pushed two fingers into her mouth and she sucked on them before he began to use those wet fingers to play with her clit. He kissed her neck while he toyed with her pussy, fingering her and driving her mad. She pulled his fingers out of her, grasping his cock and settling herself onto it. She cursed as she felt his length stretch her pussy and he began to loosen her walls with gentle thrusts. With a few pumps of his, she was meeting his own thrusts greedily, bouncing on his cock and screaming from the intensity of his cock and fingers on her clit. His fingers were working her clit so quickly from his hard thrusts it was like they were vibrating against it. Her ass and tits were bouncing for him, the sexiest fucking thing he'd ever seen. She began screaming as she came hard for him all over his dick, and he finally let himself spill into her, cursing as his pleasure rippled through her.
She needed him just as she needed the three other men in her life. And knowing that Kit encouraged her other connections meant more to her than she could ever possibly express. She felt that with Kit by her side, she was no longer the only one fighting for an impossible arrangement.