Transfer Students
Troubled Magic
Jade green eyes scanned the crowds of busy London. The sixteen year old teenager wore a pair of dark blue jean overalls, a green turtleneck sweater with a pair of large sneakers and long socks. His black hair was in messy untamable locks, and he had this odd scar on his left temple of the forehead shaped like a lightning bolt.
The girl next to him nodded. She wore a pair of black jeans with mini skirt, and a crimson red t-shirt with gold bracelets, knee length black socks and large sneakers. Her dark hair was long, wrapped in a silky ponytail. Smoke was exhaled, as they put lit cigarettes to their mouths. Her silver blue eyes scanned the various activities occurring before them. "So, now what are we going to do today? I mean, of course we have decent jobs at the Povenmire Pizzeria, but I wish there was something else we could do."
"Well, we could always return to our family."
She scowled and punched him hard in the arm. "You better be joking Harry!"
He laughed hard. "Of course, damn it! Like I want to go back to those people who neglected me."
"Yeah..." She slid her arms around Harry.
"Mia, we'll always remain together, won't we?"
"Of course. Even if we were related by two bloodlines, I'll never love another guy, just you."
They flicked their fags away and shared a sweet kiss. Harry checked the time on his watch, and helped Mia up before they went back into the building to resume their second four hour shift.
=0=0=
The house was warm and cozy. There were two sixteen year old teenagers that lived in this flat. Their names were Harry Stenson, and Mia Kennedy. The warmth from the kitchen elevated the scent of a cooked dinner, and if there were others here, they would grow hungry.
"Harry, check on the mashed potatoes, please?"
"Sure thing sweetie."
He went over from mixing the gravy and checked the mashed potatoes. He took a small nip from the wooden spoon, and nodded. He conjured a bowl over with a wave of his hand, and emptied the contents into it before bringing it to the table in the next room. He returned a minute after with a gravy bowl and ladle. Mia came out with their dinner, and they settled in with the food, and began digging in. At times they would feed one another, and halfway through dinner Mia found herself on the carpet floor, her legs over Harry's shoulders, and the teen fucking her brains out.
The soon retired to the bedroom after a nice shower and leftovers put away in the refrigerator. They cuddled up, and drifted off to sleep.
Life was perfect for them. They had each other, their magic of the elements, personal training from the race of elves of the Shadow Realm, and the love of a family who took care of him, as they did for the Great Merlin. Harry and Mia grew up together, and they then fell in love together. At the age of thirteen, they were finalized in their training of magic and physical combat. They had left the Shadow Realm, and returned to the Earth Realm.
At thirteen, they attended a school in the States. They attended a magical academy hidden in California. Legally adults now in the Wizarding World after a year, they traveled the world. Age fifteen they began writing up novels and fictional stories. Soon Mia went on a collection do doujins, and they drew their own and sold them for money. Now, here they were, back in the UK, London; The Wizarding World of Britain, where Harry's nightmares began when he was little.
Age sixteen they picked up the habit of smoking, and regularly smoked. On other times they attend night clubs, mostly those where sex in public was allowed, and with fake IDs able to drink when they wish to get wild. They got themselves a job, and have been working at a pizzeria for five months. Just Harry and Mia; noted as the best couple by the customers who come regularly.
=0=0=
"Hello, Harry Stenson here." Harry was on the cell phone, as the person before him made an order for a large pepperoni pizza with extra cheese. He wrote it down while his girlfriend made the transactions.
"Sure... fine, whatever." He hung up.
"Baby, is everything alright?"
"No, we have to leave early to grab our things we own. Our landlord was arrested for possession of child pornography."
"Great, we're homeless again." She sighed.
He pocketed his cellphone into the large pocket on the front of his overall jeans. The next person there made his order before leaving, and left to us the restroom. There were no more customers to tend to, so the couple went from behind the counter and sat down at an empty table outside. Entering, he locked and placed a silencing spell with a strange stick of wood on the men's loo.
He pulled out a mirror from his pocket. "Albus Dumbledore."
In a minute, the mirror blacked before the face of an old man in strange robes appeared wearing half moon specs. "Remus, is everything alright?"
"I found them Albus; Harry and Mia. They're at downtown muggle London working at the Povenmire Pizzeria."
"Oh dear, well keep an eye on them. I'm going to alert the Potters and Sirius." The mirror blacked out, before the man named Remus Lupin saw his reflection in the glass again.
As he exited, his pizza was ready at his specified table, but Harry and Mia had already left with their boss' permission.
"So, now what Harry?"
"Well love. We'll get everything we have, and then some. Then, we'll find a place to camp out, like we did that month in the forest in the outskirts of Colorado long ago."
Harry and Mia arrived at their home, and were able to get everything packed up, before leaving as it was locked up later that afternoon. They were homeless, and to make it worse it started raining. They found a large bridge with a place to stay under, and made a shelter there.
"This bites," Harry hissed, kicking a stone into the flowing river.
They had an emergency tent kit, which they took half an hour to put up and move things right in. It was cold and they also stolen the blankets from the house they had to leave from two hours back. With sleep overcoming them, they cuddled up under the thick covers on twin futon mattresses in their undergarments, and fell asleep for the night.
=0=0=
James and Lily Potter, parents of the Boy-Who-Lived, Danny John Potter and lost son Harry James Potter, and Sirius Black, father of lost daughter Mia Black, left the building after searching through.
"Damn, they're not here."
"Hey look James, a fire pit!" Lily pointed out to the nearby bridge. There was a light from under it, and the three, with Albus Dumbledore, Kingsly Shacklebolt, Mad-eye Moody, and Nymphadora Tonks went under. Under the large bridge next to the soft flowing small river was an erected tent. There were sounds of a couple asleep within.
The sound of a phone ringing caused a guy to groan in his sleep, as the teenager within fumbled around for his overalls before grabbing the cell, and flipping it open.
"Damn it... hello? NO, I don't want any fucking bullshit you're selling." He hung up, and growled.
"Harry?" Mia woke up, yawned and looked to him. She reached over to the lamp, and turned the electric lamp on so light can be visible.
"Damn people scamming on the phone."
She leaned over and kissed him. "Shh... don't fret about the phone wanker, Harry."
He grinned, and pulled her closer. "Well, I can't sleep now. Let's pack up and go somewhere else. Since that house is abandoned we can just break in and make our home there."
"I don't want to get in trouble with the law again."
"Oh you little minx, we won't get in trouble. I can just see to it that the landlord loses ownership of that house to us."
"And you curse people who try and scam you. You bastard!"
"Yeah, but I'm your bastard Mia."
She purred, and they locked lips together. "Mmm, Harry, you feeling happy or is it the cold?" She wiggled her hips against his crotch, feeling his straining erecting through the green boxers of his.
"I don't know, why don't you tell me the difference love?" He teased, his hand already sliding down and going between her legs. The tent door unzipped before two stunners shot at them, and they were greeted with pitch blackness.
Tonks and Kingsley dressed them in separate blankets and carried them out of the tent. Their parents, Sirius and James, especially Lily, were sad to see their children like this, especially in the roles of incest.
Over the next week after the failed meeting the pair of teens refused to talk to any of the adults and would blow up when their respective parents would try to talk to them, as they remained there at Grimmauld Place. They did talk with the kids their own age though. The parents found some stuff out from their children this way. Such as the two were sleeping with each other, and once had a home before their landlord was arrested for possession of child pornography. Also, they were smokers as there would be tobacco smell wavering in certain rooms, and they would drink and at times go to late night parties, as proven when they broke out and attended a club a mile from the neighborhood partying, and caught having sex with a bunch of other teenagers at the club. The adults, James, Lily, and Sirius could clearly see they weren't as innocent as they were eleven years ago.
Lily still blamed herself because they had always paid more attention to Danny than Harry, and when he and Mia vanished that night of Danny's birthday, the Wizarding World searched for the next four years for Harry Potter and Mia Black. When they were brought to Hogwarts, and eventually sorted (through complications that the two start up), Lily was further separated form her son since he was Slytherin. Danny was insulted because his asshole of a brother was goody-goody with the "enemy", but that earned him a kick to the crotch by Mia, and the same to Ron Weasley for the hell of it by Harry.
=0=0=
Mia and Harry grinned, as Draco was in the common room with them.
"Sorry we couldn't stay, but as you know, Mia and I were happy with our lives uninterrupted."
"But I now know you are a Potter and a Black."
"Those fuckers neglected me. They are not my family. If I knew I was going to be neglected, then I am now regretting killing Voldemort when I was a toddler," Harry hissed.
"So I was right. I knew that Harry Potter defeated the dark lord, not Danny. Look, Harry, Mia, we're still friends no matter what."
"Thanks Draco." He and Mia snapped their wands into tiny pieces and dropped them into the roaring fire pit, "I'm sure you heard from your dad when Harry Potter and Mia Black had vanished from the Wizarding World, and our location was unknown, right?" When Draco nodded, Mia continued, holding onto Harry who was starting to gain tears.
"Well, I was there, and it was their fifth birthday. When I looked at Harry, he was sad because James and Lily never paid any attention to him. I noticed Harry get a look at the birthday cake no one else was to see until it was time. It only had the words, Happy Birthday Danny. His name was forgotten."
"Oh... that's harsh," Draco muttered.
"I know... Harry was heartbroken. I saw him run from the room back to his bedroom, and I snuck away to follow him. No one ever saw us. He was crying real hard, that tears stung me bad." Harry was looking down at the floor.
"I kept repeating that I wished I was never there, and that I was somewhere else where I can be loved, and my magic reacted, and Mia and I disappeared from Potter Mansion. There's a reason we displayed wandless magic tonight at the feast. It's because where we ended up was the Shadow Realm of the elven tribe outside the House Elves."
"They adopted us because we were the last two humans they were in contact with other than Merlin himself. We stayed there until we turned thirteen. By then we had discarded our old family names, and picked new ones. We fell in love, and though our so-called parents and Dumbledick view our relationship as incest, they can fuck off."
"We're going to get out of here. Look Draco, is there anyway your dad could help us escape from here? I heard much about Malfoy Sr. though a few times in the papers when he's not being slandered by the Daily Prophet." There was a hint of a growl in Mia's voice.
"Yeah. He once sent me an emergency Portkey and a small bag of FLOO Powder. Hold on." He ran to his dormitory, and then returned with a bag of powder and an object that looked like a toy broomstick.
"Lucius Malfoy; Malfoy Manor." He called, tossing the powder into the pit.
"Draco, what is the problem?" Lucius called out as his head appeared in the emerald green flames.
"You heard that Harry and Mia were found right? Apparently they are the same teens I met two years ago. They want to get out of Hogwarts and away from Dumbledork."
"I see. You have no resentment to the Potters and Black?" Lucius asked Harry.
"I killed the dark lord, yet it was my brother who was praised. If I knew this would have happened, I would have wished to never kill him as a toddler."
Lucius raised an eyebrow. "Alright. Take the portkey Draco still has, and it shall take you to my library at Malfoy Manor. I'll be waiting for you there."
"Thank you Mr. Malfoy. We just want to get away from here and return to our previous lives away from our so-called family. I rather spit at the name Potter than return to a place that has brought me so much heart ache, tears, and pain."
Lucius nodded before his head popped out, and the fire returned to its original colors. Draco gave the two a quick hug before they grabbed the portkey, and they vanished from Hogwarts, and were inside the library of Malfoy Manor.
=0=0=
With Malfoy Sr.'s help, he was able to find a ritual to permanently burn away both Harry and Mia's magical cores. They wished to still have ties with the Wizarding World, but remain as squibs. Mia, who was a pureblood, would be the ultimate insult to the Black Family name, and Lucius was happy to help, including having dirt to rub into James Potter's face when his lost son turned into a squib.
"Thank you very much Mr. Malfoy. If you see my father again, can you punch him out for me?"
Lucius held a grin. "Of course Harry, and please call me Lucius."
"Thanks again Lucius." With enough muggle money to last them for two years, they went off to leave the country, with promise to keep writing and keeping contact with their only close friend Draco. Lucius and Narcissia watched as the house elf Apparated them to an undisclosed random location of the United Kingdom.
"Finally we're free from their clutches!" Harry grinned. It was a month later and they bought a flat to share in the countryside of Paris, France.
"Yeah," Mia moaned, as she clutched the couch cushions. Their clothes were missing, the window blinds shut, and Harry was kneeling behind Mia, pounding her pussy.
"What do you think is happening in the Wizarding World, Mia?" Harry grunted.
"Oh...! Maybe they're... AH!" She trembled, and her vaginal walls contracted and squeezed his cock, and Harry slammed himself further, his semen mixing with her juices as they reached a star-blowing orgasm together.
"What were you saying, sweetheart?" Harry said, leaning down over her, catching his breath.
"They are probably upset. Or they are embarrassed because of the evidence we sent to the Daily Prophet and the woman Rita Skeeter we got into contact with."
=0=0=
The Wizarding World was upset at the Potters for what had happened. A week later the Daily Prophet released papers directly written with the words of Rita Skeeter, and Harry and Mia equipped with a Pensive Memory woven into each newspaper. When everyone reading them tapped their wands and said the paper's name, they were thrown into Potter Mansion eleven years ago.
What upsetted them was how the lost son of the Potters was neglected, and the ultimate insult, forgotten when Danny's birthday was acknowledged, but Harry was not. Many wrote and screamed Howlers for neglecting their son, and how most of them could see why Harry refused to return to a family that never loved him. There was another pensive memory included, and it showed in Harry's vivid view that it was him that truly defeated Lord Voldemort all those years ago. It was this where Danny's fame started to die. There were few who hated this fact, but seeing as it had truly crippled the Potter name, decided to overlook this fact.
"I have my own reasons for being with Harry, and also falling in love with him. Yes, Harry and I are related due to our blood heritage, and yes that is considered incest, but we have been together for more than eleven years. Harry disowned his name and I joined him. Because of Harry's painful childhood, I made a promise to never leave him when we vanished on that day. That is when we had fallen truly in love." – Mia Stenson.
"My so-called family always praised Danny more than me. When Danny would have nightmares, he was allowed to sleep with them. When I had them, I was told to toughen up and sent back to my small bedroom. When many of the Wizarding World's fans of Danny Potter praised the fucker, I was left forgotten in the mass media, pushed away. I remember when I was only four years old. There were many who met my brother when we went to Diagon Alley. In the window of Quiddich Supplies and what-not, I saw a Golden Snitch on display. It was a personally signed Snitch, GS80. I wished to have it, but I knew my parents would only buy it for their true son, and a week later, I watched as Danny played with the Snitch I wished to have.
"I never had any love shown to me. I was lost, forgotten. That day on my forgotten fifth birthday, my heart was wretched with pain when my name was left out of the birthday cake. I wished to myself on my birthday to be taken away to a place where I was shown real love, where no one will not neglect me. Mia went up to me, and held onto me, pulling my crying form to her chest. It was similar to that of the pull of a Portkey when we vanished from my bedroom together. Where we ended up, I lived with those who trained us, kept me happy. With Mia there, my life was better, especially when Mia and I shared our only kiss together and the many kisses afterward when we disowned our names and picked new ones. With help from a friend of ours' father, we have left the Wizarding World. This is our final mark here.
"Here, I hope this has reached out to my so-called parents, the ones who failed to love me. I spit at the name Potter. The only person I have is Mia, and I will never leave her for anyone else, as she would for me. I love her with all my heart, and as you finish reading this, we have already gotten married..." – Harry Stenson.
Harry and Mia were in the front yard of their flat, both under the shade of two trees where a large comfortable hammock was tied up to. Harry had Mia spooned up to him, as they slept in the warm breeze of that mid summer noon, the young man's arms around Mia's stomach, where their child was growing. Once and awhile, bits of sunlight would filter their sleeping forms, the light catching onto the gold rings they wore. Mia's was thick, with her birth stone displayed and smaller diamonds of four on either side, Harry's was a bit smaller the gold decorated with small intricate designs.
Harry still wore the same overall jeans, but would alternate between different shirts depending on the season. Summer was the season so he wore either t-shirts, tank tops, or no shirt at all. Mia was wearing a sundress a size larger around the stomach, and no knickers underneath.
The sound of Apparition was heard, as Harry woke up from his sleep. He stared into the eyes of Draco Malfoy.
"Draco... hey."
Draco grinned. "I read the Daily Prophet. Other than a few of my family relatives angry that it was you who killed the Dark Lord, they were happy when you wrote that you spit at the name Potter. Those memories you presented had really diminished the Potter name. Danny is no longer the Boy-Who-Lived, even though Dumbledore said otherwise."
"Well it's all true Draco. If I knew I would have been neglected like this, I would have just protected myself while letting Danny be killed. But enough of it, that's not the reason you're here, right?"
"Nope, I'm here on a visit. So, how's the wife?"
"Pregnant. She conceived my child a month ago. Since we're now squibs, it would be a five thousand in one chance our newborn would have any sort of magic. Even though the Malfoy Family follows a pureblood rule, I hope you consider... being the godfather of our newborn when he or she is born."
Draco raised an eyebrow, before smiling. "I'll let father know. Magic or not, I would love to be the kid's godfather."
Harry smiled and clasped an arm around Draco as he gently got off the hammock. "Thanks Draco. Want some tea?"
"Some Earl Gray would be swell, thank you."
He nodded and entered the two-story Victorian home, as Mia slowly woke up from her slumber. Draco noticed the small table and picked up a muggle doujinshi. Looking through it, a blush trailed on his face, as he looked up to see Mia's grinning face.
"Like hentai?" She teased. He put it down and blushed more.
"What is hentai. You know I don't have much knowledge on muggle ethics."
"Hentai in the eastern language means pervert. Also, it's used to describe pornography when it's drawing in an artistic anime style, like what you just saw earlier. Those are my doujinshi by the way."
"So, I heard you got pregnant. Congrats on the child."
She smiled, as Harry came out with Draco's tea, and handed the warm cup to him, as the teenager took a sip. Harry grabbed the doujins and brought them back into the house before returning.
"You're not wearing knickers are you?" Draco asked.
"Nope. I like to keep bare." She ignored Draco's faint redness, and Harry shook his head and shrugged, "I decided to stop wearing knickers when Harry and I once fucked on a muggle bus going through downtown Paris."
"You what?" Draco exclaimed.
"Oh yeah. We we're the only two who were in the top deck of the bus. It was more fun and sneaky because the teacher or the kids from a muggle school on the lower deck could have climbed the stairs and caught me pounding her pussy standing against one of the seats near the back end of the bus."
"Harry stop, you're getting me aroused," Mia complained, blushing. Harry flashed a smirk and kissed his wife.
"Listen, I was able to get a FLOO connection between here and Malfoy Manor. If you need anything, let me know. I can help you get to St. Mungos when the child is about to be born in the upcoming months."
"Thanks Draco. It would be very high chances our newborn is born a pureblood, lower chances half blood, or end up a squib or muggle. We may think about returning to the Wizarding World, but we may decide to take a magical school in the states as teachers in maybe history or something. Our wizard magic is gone, but we still have some shadow magic to use."
"Yeah. Dumbledore lost some credibility after the papers; the Potters lost their fame but are still respected much like the Malfoy and Longbottom family."
"We got tracked a week ago after we made our final mark. While there were those who felt sorry that I had to go through such pain, I burned every single howler sent by my bastard brother, and returned Lily's letters unopened. One was dropped and the owl left. I opened that one before tossing it into the flames."
"She was apologizing wasn't she?" Draco asked.
"Yes she was. No apology could ever heal this wound in my heart Draco... and James... well I heard he died from over intoxication."
The Slytherin Trio as they were dubbed that day Harry and Mia were forced to attend Hogwarts chatted the rest of that day, Draco learning a bit more about the muggle things and how muggles were able to get along without the ethnics of magic. He learned just how good Harry and Mia lived without magic, even before his father helped permanently burn off their magical wizard core to that of a squib. Once the clock rolled around seven, Draco left the house, and the married couple was snuggling on the couch, watching the telly.
"So, should we move away after our child is born?"
"Yeah. I want to start our family life in the US."
She looked up to him, and their lips locked together.
=0=0=
"Good morning beautiful."
"Morning yourself. Our twins are getting ready for school."
"Ahh, good. I made your coffee love."
She sat down at the table, and smiled, enjoying her brew.
"Morning dad," the twins called. They were a boy and a girl. His daughter Aimee had her mother's hair, but more of a blue-green as the eye color. His son Malfoy, who he named after their god father, had his green eyes but they were more of a jade green than emerald, and his intangible messy black hair.
"Morning kids. You ready for school?"
"Yeah dad," Aimee said, as she and Malfoy dug into their breakfast. The adults smiled, and when their children were off to school on the school bus, they retreated to the living room. They had a mention on the Malfoy tapestry, but only connected through Draco Malfoy because of his god father status. Life was good now, especially when they both turned eleven when that five thousand in one chance delivered the children letters to attend the Magical Academy of California.
Transfer Students
They looked, and there was a man no older than Harry's age. He had shaggy unruly dark gray hair in untamed locks. He had a large scar on his face, shaped like an X. The central point of the scar rested above his nose. His eyes were an unnatural shade of violet, and his left ear had a small gold ring earring. He wore the traditional Hogwarts school uniform, but the cloak was tied around him like a billowing cape. The other thing of him was that his right hand was covered by a glove; while most of the hand and thumb was covered, the fingers were exposed from the knuckles. The glove itself was woodland camouflage, with the palm covered by some sort of rubbery hide, as was the base of the thumb.
Ever since Voldemort was killed a year early, Harry and friends could go to Hogwarts without worry for any death or darkness. The Wizarding World has returned back to normal. Now, about the young seventeen year old man, he was the only one standing there near the doors, arms crossed over the chest and leaning against the wall on the left side of the Great Hall's doors. Also, he had a large broadsword near him. As for the young lady next to him, she had short blond hair that made her look boyish than feminine. Her eyes were a bright blue, and she wore the female uniform, cloak also draped over her like a billowing cape.
"Transfer Student Abbott, David."
The man now known as David Abbott lifted the heavy broadsword and resting the blade against his shoulder and walked up to the stool. Upon reaching, McGonagall clears her throat.
"Young man, we will confiscate this weapon." He frowned before it seemingly vanished with a pop. He ignored the stares the teenager received, and the hat instantly bellowed out GRYFFINDOR upon reaching his hair.
"Transfer Student Zobell, Rebecca."
The woman named Rebecca Zobell was also sorted into GRYFFINDOR, just like David. The two kissed each other briefly as they sat two seats from Harry and Hermione.
"So, what do you guys think of them?" Hermione asked.
"They seem to be nice," Ron said, stuffing his face full of food.
Rebecca reached into her knapsack, and took out a muggle laptop, and turned it on. They had pushed their plates of food aside, as David leaned close to Rebecca, as she typed away on the keyboard after it fully booted.
"So, what are we going to do?" David asks her.
"He's here, no doubt about it."
=0=0=
David and Rebecca ignore the looks everyone was currently giving them. What they were doing worked against every single law known in the universe: they were kicking of the walls of the staircase climbing higher towards the floor to the Gryffindor Tower. How this started was they had no choice but to follow the first years to the tower. After being told where the floor to Gryffindor was, the two took a few steps back, went into a full dash, jumped into the air and kicked off the wall, and continued this routine until reaching the desired floor. They were awake once everyone was asleep. They had changed out from their school uniforms, into different outfits.
David was still wearing the glove in his right hand and the cape-like cloak, but now he wore a black jumpsuit, Kevlar vest, three silver bracelets on his left wrist, and sleek leather boots. Rebecca wore a similar outfit, only the glove she wore was on her left hand, and the bracelets on the right wrist, and boots knee length, leather and sleek. They had gold shoulder gauntlets clamped, belt with accessories and weapons attached, and both armed with katanas.
They quietly snuck out of the common room, and sneaked across the darkness of the shadows in the hallways.
"Harry, do you hear that?"
The two teenagers froze and pressed themselves against the wall, and snuck up with their wands drawn. David and Rebecca nodded to each other and jumped off the banister, and landed in near silent crouches. Harry and Hermione, both Head Students for their seventh year, saw this and ran as fast as they could.
David and Rebecca sprinted, silently put the front doors, down the steps and up the path leading to the nearby town. Harry and Hermione burst through the doors, just seeing them vanish beyond the dark horizon. Without another word, the two left to alert the nearest professor.
=0=0=
David and Rebecca crouched in the darkness of the alleyway. Knockturn Alley was still as dark as ever, even with Voldemort dead. However it wasn't Death Eaters they were after. It was a follower of a dark being from America.
"There he is... ready?"
She gripped the handle of her blade and nodded. "Grab him."
He sprinted out, grabbed him with an arm twisted, and hand clamped firmly over his mouth. He tried to free himself, but David's grip was stronger, and he was dragged into the darkness of the many dead ends of Knockturn Alley.
They seemingly vanished into nothingness.
=0=0=
"Well that sucked."
"Yet another dead end... but we both know he's escaped here into England after we destroyed his last HQ in America."
David sighed, running his hand through his unruly locks of black hair. "Once we find him, he's dead."
She was brought into a comforting hug by David, before they shared a kiss. This chaste kiss grew deeper, more needing, and more passionate. They broke apart when they heard voices nearby. Their sharp minds returned, and they snuck away into the shadows, to avoid professors trying to look for them. It would seem their presence was found missing. They found the tower of Gryffindor and climbed before sneaking through the mirrors, stripping and packing their outfits away before running naked into the nearest restroom. It was morning anyway, and they slammed the door just as the portrait door opened.
"I heard the door close here," Harry said.
Harry and Hermione walked in, and saw the light from the crack of the bottom door of the boys' loo.
"David... we're going to be in a lot of trouble..." The two leaned close to the door.
"Like I care Becky. If they don't like the idea that we've been dating for more than three years, it's their problem, not ours."
"Mmm, hands are as soft as ways against my back."
He chuckled, as the two stood together in the shower. They shared a kiss, before he grabbed the bottle of their shared shampoo. He yelped when she slammed him up against the wall, grinding herself against him.
"Sweetie...? Are you that horny you need me?" He asked huskily.
"Oh yes David... I really need you right now."
She moans softly at his caressing touches.
"But Becky... what if others hear us? We don't have our wands..."
She giggled, and gripped him. "But Mr. Abbott, what about your other wand? Eight inches, Horse Heartstring?"
He let out a laugh, one of seduction. "But Miss Zobell, that wand can only be useful for another type of magic."
She giggled, and the two shared a deep passionate kiss. "Let's finish this shower before we head off somewhere to have pleasurable unadulterated sex, hm?"
"Oh, alright David. But it better be good..."
He purred at her, and she purred back. "Oh believe me; you'll definitely enjoy it..."
He grabbed the shampoo bottle, and began massaging his lathered hand into her hair, enjoying the fine scent of vanilla and cherry. After thoroughly cleaning her, she did the same to him, once and awhile they would get carried away with small little make-out sessions. The two soon stepped out of the shower, dried each other off before she left to go get dressed, covered and wrapped in her pink bath robes. He stayed behind to shave his face. Rebecca smiled softly, feeling very refreshed. Though... with the lack of sleep they could take Pepperup Potions to get through the day. David left the loo five minutes after Rebecca did, and saw Harry and Hermione sitting there. They looked up at him, as Harry spoke up.
"What was Rebecca doing with you in the bathroom?"
"Oh, hello Mr. Potter, sorry I'm a little busy." He slipped to his dorm room, and closed the door.
Rebecca soon bounded down the steps, past the couple and ran up the boys' stairs.
"David! Oh, sorry, didn't know you were just getting dressed."
"S'ok, just get in love."
She purred. "Oh David..." She giggled, walked in since the dorm was empty, and the door slammed shut rather loudly.
Harry had enough, and ran up the stairs, and started banging on the door. "David, open the door now!"
The door unlocked and opened, showing David just zipping his pants up and buttoning up before strapping the belt with the silver clasp.
"What the hell Potter?"
"We would like to know where you and Rebecca went off to last night. We saw you during our rounds."
"We were asleep Potter..." David sighed, as Rebecca got up off his bed, kissed him and left sliding past Harry. He ran his hand through his hair, before reaching his hand out, catching the shirt, buttons it up, straightens his tie, slide the jumper on, then grabs his cloak and dons it.
"I need to get to breakfast Potter..." He held his hand out, and his knapsack that has everything he and Rebecca shared flew into his hand. With a nod of his head, he brushes past the Head Boy of Gryffindor, down the steps, into Rebecca's arms after she escaped Hermione's words. The two kissed, and left, leaving Harry and Hermione standing there, brushed off like cold turkey off a plate into a trash bin.
Things would be very different with these two here in Hogwarts.