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      Published: 2013-08-04 Completed: 2013-08-28 Chapters: 29/29 Words: 49868
****** The Surrender of Teddy Lupin ******
by neddiheht
Summary
     Continuing the saga of Promised (Promised, Redemption, Trouble,
     Courting, Husbands). This is the story of Teddy Lupin in his seventh
     year. Ostracized for his wolf blood, Teddy is alone. Untouched and
     unloved by anyone, he struggles with his attraction and love for one
     man, Ethan Snyder. But the Hufflepuff who played with him as a child
     shows interest only in the young women who submit to him. WARNING:
     There is no non-consensual sex in this story, however there is an
     attempted rape against one of the main characters.
Notes
     Note from SeparatriX, the archivist: this story was originally
     archived at HP_Fandom, which was closed for health and financial
     reasons. To preserve the archive, I began manually importing its
     works to the AO3 as an Open Doors-approved project in August 2016. I
     e-mailed all creators about the move and posted announcements, but
     may not have reached everyone. If you are (or know) this creator,
     please contact me using the e-mail address on HP_Fandom_collection
     profile.
***** Prologue *****
Disclaimer: All ATWT characters the property of P&G/Telenext. Harry Potter and
the characters associated with that universe belong to J. K. Rowling, Warner
Brothers, and Scholastic. No copyright infringement intended. No profit made
from this fiction.
Note that this is a side story based on the events of Promised, a fic written
for the Nuke Bigbang 2012 that combined a Nuke and a Drarry fic.
IMPORTANT: This story is a side story and is based on the events of my previous
story, Promised. This story takes place about ten years after the events
described in that story. Like the previous stories, it is an ATWT crossover.
A/N: I will post this story one chapter at a time. I probably will not post
every day, as August is my busiest month at work.
------
Pain seeped into his skull. The sounds of the dorm outside were muted, strange.
He fluttered his eyes open, grateful for the darkness of the heavy bed
curtains. Green... where. Vaguely he was aware of weight against his side. Of
the lack of sleep pants. Of not being alone in bed. Of another man's morning
wood pressing against his hip.
Ethan gulped. It was an end of year party. Slytherin. Best parties, Slytherin.
It'd been late, there'd been so much fire whiskey. They'd. Oh fuck, what had
they done? He didn't need to look to know that he was in bed with his best
friend. Naked and in bed with his best friend. He began to struggle a little to
breathe as he disentangled himself from the still sleeping Teddy Lupin. Fuck.
Professor Potter and Professor Malfoy would...
He glanced back at the young man in the bed with him. Beautiful. That was his
first thought. So beautiful. He screwed his eyes shut and looked away. Slowly
he sought and found his pants, slipped them on, and slid out of the bed. There
was a trail of clothing going back to the bed from the door. Why couldn't he
remember? A breeze shifted the curtains and he was reminded why in a blinding
burst of pain that had him whimpering. He fell to his knees and crawled,
gathering his clothing and putting it on piece by piece. He was vaguely aware
of the other Slytherin sixth years grinning as they watched his pain. Bloody
bastards. They'd clearly already had their hangover potions.
Fuck, they'd seen... they'd assume. He took a deep breath and stood as best he
could. He tried to ignore Parkinson's eyebrow waggle. He tried to ignore the
kissy faces that Barton was making at him. In a rush, stumbling as quietly and
quickly as he could, Ethan Snyder fled the dungeons.
--
"Ethan!" shouted Emma Cribbins, laughing at his wince. "So that's why you
didn't make it to back to my bed, eh?"
She was beautiful. Maybe. He wasn't sure. Her body was young and athletic and
it curved in all the places he was supposed to want. He gulped and seized her,
kissing her fiercely, passionately. He ran fingers through her golden blonde
hair. "Make up for it now," he said huskily, pushing up against her.
"We'll miss the..."
He glanced around the common room and dragged her behind him and up into the
boys dormitories, knocking on a spot on the wall halfway between the fourth and
fifth year boy's rooms. It was a small, tiny room, just a little bed and some
privacy. It'd taken him half of fifth year to find it after overhearing a
comment Teddy's pop, Professor Malfoy, had made after too much wine, about a
place where they'd used to come to...
"Come on, Em. You know you want to..."
The blush on her cheeks told him he was right. "And just where were you
last..." began Emma, trying to conceal her flush with righteous anger. It might
have worked if she'd been Slytherin. As a Hufflepuff she lacked the skill to
pull off such an obfuscation, at least not to Ethan, who spent most of his time
around Teddy.
Ethan forced a laugh. "Slytherin party. Good fire whiskey. Had a bit too much.
You should've come!" He meant that last bit. If she'd come maybe he wouldn't
have...
Emma smiled and grabbed him by the waistband of his trousers, pulling him to
the bed. "If we're going to make the train you'd best hurry," she said.
"That's permission, you know I like..."
She laughed and nodded.
Ethan's face took on a vast grin as he shoved her forcefully on the bed,
yanking up her skirt. He kissed her hard and then he was inside her. It was a
reaffirmation, and he hadn't time to be gentle. He told her so. That this was
what it meant to be the Quidditch star's girl. To be taken and possessed. And
he took her.
--
Teddy blinked back tears when he woke in the bed alone. He pushed his nose into
the fabric of the sheets and inhaled. Ethan Snyder. Sweat and alcohol. Ethan's
scent. Teddy buried his nose in it briefly. Tried to feel the lingering heat of
his best friend's body. The heat that had been against him all night.
He'd run. Teddy closed his eyes and threw his head back into the pillow. He'd
run. They hadn't even done anything. Just slept together. It hadn't been
sexual. Did Ethan really think?
Of course he did. Ethan had stripped Teddy's clothes off him. He'd held him
down on the bed. Ethan had been desperate for it. For him. Skin on skin and hot
and slick and rubbing against each other. He'd never... Ethan was so forceful.
He'd really expected. But it had been. Oh god. He'd liked being held down. He'd
wanted it. He'd... he'd wanted so much more than that.
The sleep hadn't been sexual, but Ethan rutting against him... Ethan wanted
more. He'd been so forceful about that, and just the thought of Ethan draped
over him pushing his body into Teddy, demanding Teddy let him in. Teddy
swallowed. There was a lot of regret attached to not giving in. A lot of
desperate want of his own. He'd waited since he was a boy for Ethan to want
it... and it had taken a very drunk Ethan.
But Ethan was sleeping with at least three different girls, all of them
thrilled to be Ethan's girl. To be the choice of the Quidditch star. And Ethan,
gallant and debonair Ethan, refused to pick just one. He wined and dined the
girls, each one, lavished them with gifts. Took them to his bed, where the
glamours made Teddy think the rumors were true. That Ethan became a right
domineering brutal bastard in bed.
Teddy shuddered. He'd give anything for Ethan to come to his bed like that.
Like he had last night. To come sober. To dominate him. To take him. To...
Fuck. He didn't... he couldn't want that.
***** Prologue *****
Disclaimer: All ATWT characters the property of P&G/Telenext. Harry Potter and
the characters associated with that universe belong to J. K. Rowling, Warner
Brothers, and Scholastic. No copyright infringement intended. No profit made
from this fiction.
Note that this is a side story based on the events of Promised, a fic written
for the Nuke Bigbang 2012 that combined a Nuke and a Drarry fic.
IMPORTANT: This story is a side story and is based on the events of my previous
story, Promised. This story takes place about ten years after the events
described in that story. Like the previous stories, it is an ATWT crossover.
A/N: I will post this story one chapter at a time. I probably will not post
every day, as August is my busiest month at work.
------
"Relax" said Harry, tousling the young man's green hair. "It's not so bad."
"Not so bad, Dad? I've been stuck here all summer and now everyone's
reacquainted on the train. Alliances have been formed, Dad. And I'm behind.
Because I couldn't take the bloody..."
"Language," said Draco in a clipped tone meant to be obeyed instantly.
"Pop!"
"No, Teddy," said Draco, shaking his head. "You're right, there will be
alliances formed on the train. It's best you aren't there. You've too much
advantage already."
"Advantage? Pop..."
"It's enough, Teddy," said Harry firmly. "You have your own advantage. You'll
get to choose the first seat in the hall. Over everyone else."
"You let Errak and Fred..."
"That's different. You already have friends," said Harry. "We let you go too at
their age."
"But Dad!"
"Just be glad I didn't saddle you with my name. Or your Pop's. You got to just
be you, and most of your classmates don't even know. It's a gift, that
anonymity," said Harry quietly. "If Rita Skeeter had still been around you
might have had a harder time of it."
The name conjured an old childhood memory of too tight green clothes trimmed in
ermine. Of a sharp annoying voice that was... too close. Always too close
asking questions. Teddy frowned.
"Go. The hall is open," said Draco. "Pick your seat."
Teddy ran off down the hall. Master manipulator or not, he was no match for the
quintessential Slytherin, and he knew it.
"He's moody," said Harry, worried.
A hand slipped around Harry's waist and soft lips pressed against his forehead.
"I know. He's been like this for months now."
"With a new sister and brother it's..."
Draco shook his head, one hand moving to rest on Harry's chest. "It's more than
that. He adjusted fine to Errak and Fred and he was a lot younger then."
"But what?" asked Harry.
"He's right. He's isolated. It's why we moved him into the dorms instead of
staying with us."
"But Draco, he's been in the dorms for most of his..."
"He's lonely," said Draco gently. "He's got position but not friends. Not in
his house."
"But he's always surrounded by..."
"Those are Ethan's friends," said Draco, pulling his husband close,
"Gryffindors and Hufflepuffs, and they make it tolerable, but it's a reminder
of just how alone he is. It's hard not to be lonely in Slytherin. Surely you've
figured that out by now."
Harry kissed Draco briefly on the lips. "Let's get to the hall. We should be
there when the students arrive."
--
"But grandmother!"
"Now darling, it's important. You can't possibly want to be on a train."
"Yeah, I kinda do," said Ethan Snyder, brushing soft brown locks from his eyes.
"Come on. All you have to do is get me the ticket and drop me off. Please?"
"I came all the way to America to fetch you, darling. And you want me to just
drop you in London by the train?"
"Well, yeah."
"Why?"
"I've been stuck with mom and dad for months. And they're splitting up again.
I'm sick of all the arguing. I just wanna be with my friends."
Lucinda Walsh glared at the boy, fixing him with a deep stare. "Very well,
young man. Come. Fortescue's for ice cream and then we'll get you on the
train."
"Fortescue's? Do I have to?"
"Oh please, young man. It's ice cream with your grandmother. Can't be that bad,
can it?"
Ethan grimaced. "Fine," he said, grabbing a tin from over the refrigerator.
"And what are those?"
"Gram's oatmeal raisin cookies for Teddy."
She looked at him and shook her head as he tossed the tin into his trunk and
reached for the old broken toaster. The world spun.
--
Teddy sat in his spot at the Slytherin table. He was midway down the lengthy
expanse, just a smidge toward the staff table with his back to the wall. He
would be able to see every student at every table. His parents would have to be
obvious in leaning forward to look at him. He glanced around the room. Empty.
Soon it would be full and he would be busy, forging and renewing alliances.
Reinforcing his position. There hadn't been a Slytherin as singularly in
control of the house as him since his pop. It was dangerous and heady and
wonderful. It was almost enough to distract him from the fact that in moments
Ethan Snyder would come through the doors of the great hall.
Ethan had been his best friend since they were five. His only friend. His first
friend. Teddy fingered worn parchment in the pocket of his robes. His hair
skittered across colors, going from blonde to black to green. He'd sent Ethan
dozens of letters. Ethan had sent back only one. The words dismissive,
deliberately so. *Dear Teddy, Sorry to have abandoned you. Had to get a good
shag in with Em before I left Hogwarts. You understand, mate. See you in
September. - Ethan*
Dozens of letters. Pleading with Ethan to write. To open up to him. To talk.
But Ethan was silent. One letter. *Sorry to have abandoned you in bed. After
rutting against you all night I had to go to my girlfriend and fuck her brains
out.* That's what he meant. That instead of saying goodbye... Teddy sighed.
He glanced at the doors as they opened. The effect was immediate. His posture
straightened. His gaze grew dark, brooding. He watched as students filed into
the hall in twos and threes. In massive gaggles of gawking girls hoping to be
one of the lucky few to share Ethan's bed this term. Right bastard in bed. And
they hated it. He knew they did, he was more than well enough connected to have
heard about Emma Cribbins tearful breakdown over the summer. Her mother was a
friend of Narcissa Malfoy, who had relayed the episode to his grandmother
Andromeda on a visit while they thought he wasn't listening.
But they'd try anyway. Try for a place in his bed. Teddy shook his head. Teddy
envied them a little bit. At least they had a chance. His eyes fixed on the
door, waiting. Ethan walked through, still surrounded. Gryffindors and
Hufflepuffs fawning over him. Ethan glanced at Slytherin, only to find his eyes
locked immediately in a swirl of silver-gray. Mercurial. Unreadable. Ethan
immediately looked away. That didn't go unnoticed. Noah and Luciano were both
looking between the boys, concerned. And his pop chanced a glance at the
Slytherin table, to catch the eyes that matched his own.
Teddy straightened his back and his face faded into the mask of a Slytherin.
Shortly the Parkinson twins were schooled and cowed and once again under his
wing as he ruthlessly dictated the terms of authority in Slytherin house. His
dad would be appalled, his pop proud.
He chanced another glance at Hufflepuff, catching a glimpse of brown and green
before Ethan could look away. But he looked away. Teddy growled, a deep
rumbling anger in his chest.
"Calm, Teddy," said a voice. His Uncle Luke.
"I..."
"Breathe," said the voice. It was soft. So soft. It'd take a wolf's senses to
note it. And they had. Several others, looking at Teddy. Noting the puff in his
chest. The set of his teeth, the rumble of the growl.
"But..."
"Breathe. Not now. We'll talk after," said Luciano. It was barely a whisper,
but Teddy still heard.
Teddy gulped and nodded, his eyes seeking Ethan again. And again, Ethan's eyes
refused to meet his.
***** Chapter 2 *****
Disclaimer: All ATWT characters the property of P&G/Telenext. Harry Potter and
the characters associated with that universe belong to J. K. Rowling, Warner
Brothers, and Scholastic. No copyright infringement intended. No profit made
from this fiction.
Note that this is a side story based on the events of Promised, a fic written
for the Nuke Bigbang 2012 that combined a Nuke and a Drarry fic.
IMPORTANT: This story is a side story and is based on the events of my previous
story, Promised. This story takes place about ten years after the events
described in that story. Like the previous stories, it is an ATWT crossover.
A/N: I will post this story one chapter at a time. I probably will not post
every day, as August is my busiest month at work.
------
Ethan came into the hall surrounded by his friends. They'd had fun on the
train. It was always a treat to catch up to his friends after spending the
summer in America. He'd even managed to find a quiet compartment and have some
very lovely catch up time with Jasmine Zabini. He was almost afraid to ask the
rather beautiful Slytherin where she'd learned that thing she'd done with her
tongue, but it had been rather lovely smeared with his cum.
So it was guilt that he felt, when he looked across the hall and caught the
silver-gray of Teddy's eyes. Guilt. Why should he feel guilty. He hadn't...
But of course he had. He hadn't replied to any of Teddy's letters, and there
had been dozens of them. He was still too wrapped up in what happened. Or
rather in his uncertainty about what happened. He still barely remembered. Just
a sense of holding Teddy down and rubbing against him. That was all. But he'd
left Teddy in the morning instead of talking about it. Instead of...
Fuck. Teddy was his best friend. He couldn't mess that up. Besides, he smiled
as Jasmine brushed past him, he had girlfriends to consider. Teddy couldn't
begrudge him leaving to shag, could he? He'd understand.
But Teddy hadn't been with anyone. Not that Ethan was aware of. Not ever. In
fourth year several parents had sent Howlers to Teddy's girlfriends, if what
one had in forth year counted as a girlfriend, Howlers that outed him as a
wolf. Ethan had grown up with Luke in his life, so he dealt with Teddy's wolf
just fine, but after Howler's screaming about ravaging and taking and claiming
filling the halls, no one would touch Teddy romantically at all. He was alone.
Sure, rumors said he had a girlfriend in Hogsmeade. But Ethan knew better.
Teddy didn't leave the castle unsupervised. The students may not know that he
was Harry Potter's son, but there were plenty of dark wizards who did. It had
made for a lonely life for Teddy. Ethan used to make that better. Now he wasn't
so sure.
Ethan smiled at Emma Cribbins as she passed by him, but she quickly turned her
back on him in an open snub that didn't go unnoticed. He winced. That last
time... he'd. Ethan gulped. He'd have to try to fix that. Em liked rough, it
was one of the things he loved about her. She never complained, and she
whimpered rather sweetly, really. And he'd left her on the bed after really
letting go and brutally taking her.
He glanced at Teddy. The silver-gray eyes were narrow and watching. His chest
was puffed up, and he could sense as much as hear the discontented growl. Ethan
sighed softly. He should have written back. He let his eyes catch Teddy's
again. So beautiful. This time he caught and held them. Teddy's eyes were all
questions and Ethan didn't have answers. Reluctantly he looked away.
The upper levels were seated now. The doors to the great hall opened and
Professor Longbottom strode confidently down the center path to the stool with
the hat set upon it and gestured to the students to line up in front of him,
then the hat began its song.
Ethan tuned that out, as he always did. Instead he tried to get Emma's
attention, but she'd have none of it, sliding away. Fuck. As a student in his
house, she had been his sure bet for a hot fuck tonight. Ethan groaned and
looked back at the students at the front of the hall.
Professor Longbottom gave them all a long look, smiling fondly at a cluster to
the side all with jet black hair. Then he began calling names. People took note
when he read the third Krum in a row. People's eyes got really wide when the
sixth one hopped on the stool with a "Hi Dad," and was promptly sorted with two
of his brothers into Gryffindor. The names continued, ending with a Priscilla
Zabini who was sorted without hesitation by the hat into Slytherin.
Professor Longbottom took the hat aside, and the stool, handing both to a house
elf, and then quietly took a seat at the staff table. The headmistress stood
and gave the usual boring announcements. This time it was the sixth floor east
corridor that was out of bounds, and the usual bit about the Forbidden Forest,
and then everyone was seated and there was food and introductions.
Ethan introduced himself quickly to the new Hufflepuffs, making a point of
trying to remember their names. He introduced the other key members of the
house and tried to draw out the students. The two Krum children sorted into the
house were both painfully shy, but they talked animatedly about Quidditch when
it was brought up, excitedly talking about the Vratsa Vultures, still the
premier East European team.
Ethan chanced another glance at Slytherin. Teddy was busy taking the new first
years under his wing, and, no doubt, under his control. He paid particular
attention to the other Krum girl, who he made sure was seated near him. Ethan
was watching curiously when Jasmine winked at him and licked her lips
seductively and he looked away quickly.
Nikolai Krum looked at the girl sitting next to Teddy a little sadly.
"Figures," he said.
Ethan looked at the boy, "What?"
"She has both our papas wrapped around her finger. Clearly she intends to wrap
the medvyedchik up too."
"Teddy?"
"Yeah, he's part of our pack."
"You're wolf. An eighth, right?" asked Ethan, trying to remember what Teddy had
said about Viktor Krum's wolf blood.
Nikolai laughed. "We're litterborn. True blood. Born as wolves, all of us."
"Full blooded?" asked Ethan.
Nikolai smiled. "Yeah. Always wolf blood in the Krum family."
"But... your dad is a wizard?"
"We don't understand it either," said Nikolai. "And Papa won't explain it."
"Well, I wouldn't worry about Teddy," said Ethan, trying to hide the depths of
his shock. "He's the master of manipulation. Of course, if she watches him and
learns how he does it, we might all be in trouble."
"You like him," said Nikolai quietly, his gaze intent. "Like that."
"I. You don't know what you're talking about, kid."
Nikolai sniffed the air. "But you smell like all these girls. Your scent is
inside them. Why would you do that when you have a mate?"
"I don't..."
Nikolai narrowed his eyes. "He doesn't know."
"Quiet, kid."
***** Chapter 3 *****
Disclaimer: All ATWT characters the property of P&G/Telenext. Harry Potter and
the characters associated with that universe belong to J. K. Rowling, Warner
Brothers, and Scholastic. No copyright infringement intended. No profit made
from this fiction.
Note that this is a side story based on the events of Promised, a fic written
for the Nuke Bigbang 2012 that combined a Nuke and a Drarry fic.
IMPORTANT: This story is a side story and is based on the events of my previous
story, Promised. This story takes place about ten years after the events
described in that story. Like the previous stories, it is an ATWT crossover.
A/N: I will post this story one chapter at a time. I probably will not post
every day, as August is my busiest month at work.
------
"So, you gonna tell me what's going on?" asked Luciano, catching Teddy before
he could leave the hall and pulling him aside.
Teddy shook his head.
"Could help," said Luke, setting a hand on Teddy's shoulder. "I know you're
distressed. Every wolf in the hall could tell. All of Neville's pups, they
couldn't keep their eyes off you."
"It's nothing," said Teddy.
"Nothing." Luciano shook his head. "This nothing wouldn't happen to be the
brown haired boy that bears a certain resemblance to your Uncle Luke would it?"
"Just shut up!"
"If I've noticed you checking out his ass, you can bet your pop has too," Luke
tousled the boy's hair. "You can't think that your dads will care."
"He doesn't really want me." Teddy looked away. "He doesn't even really see
me."
"He spent all dinner glancing over and trying to catch your eye," said Luke.
"There's something more going on there."
"Just..."
"I could just ask him," said Luke, pressing. "I'm not quite the same as an
adult to him. He's my brother... he talks to me."
Teddy shook his head quickly. "Please, Uncle Luke, don't..."
Luciano looked him in the eye and questioned with his eyes.
"If you push he might run all the way away. He's my best friend. I can't lose
that."
"So you feel like he's run away from you?" asked Luke.
Teddy looked down. "I don't think," said Teddy softly. "I know." And then he
ran down the corridors, keeping to paths that only staff usually used, until he
had reached the dungeons.
He gave the password and entered the Slytherin dorms, slipping through the
common room and past the other Slytherins to the narrow corridors that led to
his room, sinking onto the bed once inside.
A polite cough at the door alerted him that he was not alone.
"I thought you didn't want to be seen..."
"That's for your protection, son, and I wasn't seen," said Draco Malfoy
quietly, moving in to the room to sit next to him on the bed. "Your own room."
Teddy chuckled. "The one in our suites is bigger."
Draco laughed at that. "And the one at Grimmauld bigger still. And I won't get
into your rooms at the manor." He set a hand on Teddy's shoulder. "It's about
Ethan?"
Teddy gulped.
"This tension between you could rip the school apart."
"Who cares?" asked Teddy, deliberately looking away.
"I do," said Draco. "I've worked hard for a long time to make this home,
because it's where your dad wants to be."
"So I should..." began Teddy, his voice bitter.
"It's not a guilt trip," said Draco quickly. "It's to make you aware I take
this seriously. For that, and because I know you're hurting. All of your Uncle
Neville's children noticed you're hurting. They knew before me, or your dad.
They could smell it on you, Teddy. Why?"
Teddy sniffed, fished his handkerchief out of his pocket, and wiped at his
nose. "I like him, Poppy," he said softly, scooting close and leaning into the
elegant man beside him.
Draco wrapped his arm around his son. "He's..."
"Straight, I know."
"Confused, I was going to say," said Draco. "It's not always easy. Your dad, he
never acknowledged his feelings for me, not until I acted on our promise."
"And what did you do?"
"I screamed and yelled and cried. And then I found your Uncle Noah, and loved
him, and I tried to pretend that what I had for your dad was hate."
Teddy wiped a tear out of his eyes. "I don't want to hate him, Poppy."
"I know, son. Does he... does he have any idea?"
Teddy gulped. "No. And he. He thinks he slept with me. Sex, I mean, at the end
of last term."
Draco's eyes narrowed. "I'm not one to talk to you about sex as a teen. Noah
and I were younger than you. But I hope you're being..."
Teddy shook his head. "It's not that. I mean no one, not even Ethan, not after
the Howlers. He. He was drunk pop. He wanted me and I pushed him away." Teddy
collapsed against his father's chest. "How could I push him away?"
"He still thinks you slept with him?"
"He was drunk, dad. He doesn't remember. He wouldn't talk to me about it. He
left me alone in the bed. And the idea of sleeping with me. It made him so...
He went and fucked Emma, to make himself..."
"Language, Teddy."
"Fuck that!"
"Teddy. Decoru..." Draco looked at his son, at the tears in the boy's eyes. "Oh
Teddy..." he held his son close and kissed his green hair gently. "He's a very
confused boy. And he's dangerous, sexually... he gets..."
"All dominant. I... I know. He tried. With me, before I stopped him."
"I was going to say violent."
"I. I think I'd like that," said Teddy very shyly. "Being roughed up, being
handled, pop. Held down. Dominated. I. I crave it. Like I need him to do it.
It... I'm. I'm just a freak."
Draco tipped Teddy's chin up. "You want to be dominated? Teddy, you have to be
sure. You're a wolf. These things, they have meaning for you that they don't
have for others."
"You won't be mad?"
"To be a submissive... I can't say I don't have concerns. I've seen the girls,
after. They say they want it, but they don't. They want his station, his
popularity. They want what it means to be with him. You'd have to want him. To
love him, Teddy." Draco looked into the gray eyes. "You'd have to mean it when
you say you crave it. I'm not sure you do. I'm not sure you know what it
means."
"I probably don't. I'd like to learn. I'd. With him, pop. I want it with..."
Draco took a deep breath. "Your dad won't be happy."
"If it makes me happy?"
"He's still a very confused boy, Teddy. You have to let him make up his own
mind about what he wants."
"But... if it. If it's me, pop?"
Draco kissed his son on the top of the head one more time and stood up. "You're
my son, Teddy. I love you. That never changes." He held his hand out to Teddy.
"Come on. It's house meeting time. We're late."
***** Chapter 4 *****
Disclaimer: All ATWT characters the property of P&G/Telenext. Harry Potter and
the characters associated with that universe belong to J. K. Rowling, Warner
Brothers, and Scholastic. No copyright infringement intended. No profit made
from this fiction.
Note that this is a side story based on the events of Promised, a fic written
for the Nuke Bigbang 2012 that combined a Nuke and a Drarry fic.
IMPORTANT: This story is a side story and is based on the events of my previous
story, Promised. This story takes place about ten years after the events
described in that story. Like the previous stories, it is an ATWT crossover.
A/N: I will post this story one chapter at a time. I probably will not post
every day, as August is my busiest month at work.
------
Ethan led the students to the dorms near the kitchens. He smiled at them as
they filed in, and then he followed them. Emma, left with no choice but to pass
by him did so, and he smiled.
"Missed you, baby," he said softly to her as she passed.
She glared at him.
He sighed, and making a quick count entered the common room himself.
"Hello everyone," he said. "I'm Ethan Snyder, one of the house prefects for
Hufflepuff. Over there," he gestured to where Emma stood, "is Emma Cribbins.
another of the house prefects. If you're new and you need help or you're home
sick or confused or lost. We can help you. Our head of house is Professor
Mayer. He's a little scary sometimes, but he's got your back. He's your best
advocate here, and if you're having problems with a professor or you need help,
he's there for you."
"Thank you, Mister Snyder," said Noah, stepping into the common room and
setting a hand on Ethan's shoulder. "I'll take it from here." He nodded to an
empty seat for Ethan to sit, and quickly tranfigured another for Emma.
There was a bit of muttering. A nervous first year raised her hand.
"Yes, Miss Brown."
"Uh... did you used to be. I mean, my dad was worried, you know, that you used
to..." her voice got really small.
"I was a Death Eater, yes."
"You killed someone?"
"All of us, on both sides, who fought in the final battle did terrible things.
If I say yes, but then tell you I killed three werewolves who were killing and
raping Hufflepuffs in this very common room, do I then become a hero?" Noah let
his words sink in. "I did terrible things. For the Dark Lord. For my father.
And for the students of this house, to save them during the final battle."
"Why? Why did you?"
"Become a Death Eater?"
There was a lot of nervous nodding around the room.
"Because someone I love had joined their ranks. Because for him, like me, it
was expected. And my own defiance became irrelevant. I had to do it, to keep
him safe. I will never regret that choice, no matter how many terrible things I
did. He lived, and that was my sole desire, that he should live."
"But..."
"You are Hufflepuff," said Noah softly, his voice carrying over the room more
in its quiet certainty than shouting over the students could have. "Friends.
Lovers. Workers. There is a reward in doing work, not just in the result. In
toiling through relationships, because they are work. In having friends, and in
trusting, and in fair-play. There are rewards in love."
Noah glanced over the Hufflepuffs and his eyes found Emma. "And there is pain
in love," he said. "And it is this balance, in knowing and understanding this
truth, that life is work, and that the reward of life is not what you end up
with at the end, but in taking the time to toil, and to study, and to love,
that makes our house strong. You must always strive to be honest. To be fair.
And you are all capable of this. It is in your nature, for that is the core of
Hufflepuff. To be a strong fierce friend. And you cannot do it without honesty,
and fairness."
Noah paused and let his words sink in. "My offices are in the dungeons. Don't
let that frighten you. If you need me, come. I can help you. I will help you.
Do our house proud." He glanced at his watch. "It's past curfew. Prefects, show
the new students to their beds. Mister Snyder. You are needed in the divination
tower. You have leave to go there when you're done helping with the first
years." He turned to Emma, "My office, when you're finished, Miss Cribbins."
"But..."
Noah shook his head. "I'll not have strife on the first day. My office. If you
need support, bring someone, but I will talk candidly, so be sure it is someone
you can trust."
The other students muttered at that, then Noah glanced over all of them, spun,
and was out of the common room in a swirl of artfully billowing robes.
Ethan looked nervously over at Emma and then turned his attentions to the
students, carefully lifting one of the smaller children who had fallen asleep,
and nodding to a friend to do the same, and leading the students to their beds.
Once he'd tucked in the last frightened student, and endured the calm gaze of
Nikolai for longer than was particularly comfortable, he headed up to the
divination tower.
Luciano Eduardo Grimaldi Snyder sat with his back to the door, watching the
fire in the Floo dance merrily. His eyes narrowed when he heard the footsteps
at the door to his office. Heavy footsteps. He sniffed the air. "Coming in?" he
asked softly.
"Noah said you needed to see me."
"Professor Mayer."
"Please. He's my brother-in-law, and was before he was ever my professor."
Luke couldn't say much to that. It was true. Noah and Ethan had an
understanding, they had for a long time. "Why is he upset?" asked Luke
pointedly.
"Who?"
"You know who," said Luke, standing gracefully from the chair and spinning to
land back on its cushion, on his knees, his arms leaning casually on the back.
"I don't see how this is..."
"It's not," said Luke. "But I could listen."
Ethan was shaking. "I'm a prefect, Luke. You took me away from..."
"I took you away from embarrassing yourself by trying to get Emma Cribbins to
let you into her knickers. She won't."
"I'm very persuasive."
"You're seventeen and fit. And you're one of the best Quidditch players
Hogwarts has seen in a long time. You hurt her, last time, Ethan. The school
got letters. If she hadn't sworn it was consensual..."
"You think I'd rape her?"
"I think what you do comes awful close, consent or not."
"I like it rough," snarled Ethan. "You think you have place to... I've seen
under his shirt, Luke. I've seen what you do!"
"He's my mate. My owned. He is mine. It's different, Ethan."
"She begs for it. She whimpers and writhes underneath me. She struggles, sure.
To make it exciting. But I... Luke, I always ask permission. I always tell her
what I intend to do. She's never said no, and she's never asked me to stop. And
she always comes back for more. All of them do."
"You like that she struggles."
Ethan grinned. "So hot, Luke. It is. To have her... I know you indulge in rough
sport with Noah. I've seen the bruises."
"I get rough with Noah," said Luciano softly, "But it scares me. And you aren't
even nervous. You're leaping in, not recognizing what you could do..."
"I could fucking get laid. And I do get laid. And she will come back. Maybe not
until she catches me with Jasmine, but she'll come back. And when she does,
she'll want... Don't you understand, Luke..."
"You're being a pig."
"I like sex. Don't you start... you with your three and four day orgy fests
with Noah."
"That's different. It's a heat."
"He's a wizard, making a choice to do that for you!" shouted Ethan. "Just like
Emma and Jasmine and Mina do for me."
"It would be different if you wanted any of them!" hissed Luke. "Just one. If
you felt anything at all for them. Tell me you do. Look me in the eye and tell
me."
Ethan gulped. "I..."
"Three girls that you play against each other, pretending to let them win you.
They can't though, can they?" asked Luke.
"You don't understand!"
"I understand more than you think," said Luke, standing up and walking to the
window. "It hurt him, you know. That you didn't write all summer. I saw the
owls. Saw him walk each morning to the owlery to send them. It's just there,"
he pointed to the tower. "And he walked up those steps every morning. Walking
because he knew if he gave them to Kreacher that his dad would find out. Almost
every day."
"I sent him..."
"One letter. Two lines," said Luke, "Oh don't worry, I didn't read them, but I
caught him reading it. Over and over and over again. Like he was punishing
himself."
"I just needed to think, that's all."
"You pushed him away. He's your best friend, Ethan."
"He wouldn't give me space. He..."
Luciano looked at Ethan seriously. "Are you running away from him?"
"I... what do you mean?"
"I mean what I said. Are you..."
"He's my best friend!"
"Is that all he is?"
"I. What are you..."
Luciano shook his head. "You know what I'm asking."
Ethan swallowed, and ran.
***** Chapter 5 *****
Disclaimer: All ATWT characters the property of P&G/Telenext. Harry Potter and
the characters associated with that universe belong to J. K. Rowling, Warner
Brothers, and Scholastic. No copyright infringement intended. No profit made
from this fiction.
Note that this is a side story based on the events of Promised, a fic written
for the Nuke Bigbang 2012 that combined a Nuke and a Drarry fic.
IMPORTANT: This story is a side story and is based on the events of my previous
story, Promised. This story takes place about ten years after the events
described in that story. Like the previous stories, it is an ATWT crossover.
A/N: I will post this story one chapter at a time. I probably will not post
every day, as August is my busiest month at work.
------
Teddy rocked the baby softly, cooing to him as his head rested against Teddy's
chest. He'd grown hair. Black and unruly like their father, but the eyes and
fine features were all Malfoy and Black. Gray eyes. Like Teddy's.
He'd remembered the fear. When both his pop and his dad had gotten pregnant at
the same time. Visits from his Uncle Noah. Discussions of who would take care
of Teddy if anything happened. Stern and vivid talks to Teddy about what it
meant for a wizard to be pregnant.
Teddy wrinkled his nose. He loved holding his little brother Scorpius, but he
could do without changing of nappies, and from the sudden smell, he knew
Scorpius needed changing. He groaned as he stood up and went to the small
changing table to change his little brother.
A cough sounded at the door.
"What is it, pop?" asked Teddy, his eyes never leaving Scorpius or the task of
changing him.
"You have a visitor," said Draco.
Teddy's chest rumbled.
"Teddy?" said Ethan's voice softly. "You're... you're growling at..."
Teddy fought to keep from screwing his eyes shut. Fought to keep his mind on
his task. He felt a hand on his shoulder.
"Visit with your friend," whispered Draco. "I'll finish with your brother." A
soft pale hand covered his, and then smoothly took over the changing.
Teddy turned to look at Ethan. His heart stuttered. Just like it had every
other time. For years he'd felt this. This need. He swallowed and looked up and
his eyes caught green and brown and his heart melted into a puddle. "Ethan," he
said, proud that he managed to keep his voice even.
"I," Ethan glanced at Draco. "Can we... I wanted to talk, Ted."
"It's well past curfew."
Draco lifted the freshly changed Scorpius and set him gently in his crib and
turned to the boys, setting a hand lightly on Teddy's back. "I'll set up the
Floo in the lounge to take Ethan back to his dorm. Your dad and I are turning
in for the night. Classes tomorrow." He tousled Teddy's hair. "Don't stay up
too late, yeah?" Draco gave Ethan a serious look before he left the room,
leaving them alone with the baby.
Teddy spoke the words very softly. "Kreacher."
A soft crack and a bit of mist and the ancient elf appeared. "I live to serve
the house of Black."
"Pop's turned in for the night. Can you activate the spells on the room and
tell Scorp a story. The... the one about the wolf and the witch."
Kreacher nodded. "Of course, young master."
Teddy slipped by Ethan. "Come on," he muttered under his breath.
Ethan followed Teddy into his rooms in the family suite, and through a portrait
and down halls and through another portrait to a Floo, and then they were
somewhere else. Somewhere big and grand and massive.
"What is?"
"Follow me," said Teddy quietly and led him through the immense grandiose halls
and out into a massive atrium where roses bloomed on huge bushes, trimmed
meticulously. Into a labyrinth of hedges that Teddy navigated flawlessly,
leading them into the center, to a gazebo and benches. He sat quietly, and
gestured to the bench opposite.
"Where?"
"My garden," said Teddy flatly.
"Your garden?" asked Ethan incredulously.
Teddy looked at the wooden planks at his feet. "You wanted to talk?"
"You growled at me," said Ethan. "You've never..."
"How was your shag with Emma?"
"Huh?"
"Your note, you said you had to run off to fit in a shag with Emma. Was it
good?"
"I don't know what you're..."
"One letter, Ethan. To tell me that shagging that twit you keep stringing along
was more important than saying goodbye."
"I. Ted, I..."
"Did you think how it might make me feel? That you're off shagging anyone and
everyone and I'm alone."
"That's not my fault!"
Teddy glared at him, his growl no longer just a rumble.
"What did you do to me?" asked Ethan. "That night. I. I woke up naked next to
you. Did you..."
"I didn't do anything," said Teddy, his face growing red and angry. "You got
yourself good and drunk. And you know what, Ethan? When you're drunk, you don't
want girls. You pushed Jasmine away. You pushed Mina away. You dragged me to my
bed and stripped me bare. Not anyone else, me."
"Why didn't you... Fuck, Ted, it's..."
"You forced, Ethan. You pulled me to the bed. You tore the clothes off me. You
pushed me into the bed and rolled me over and held me down while you pushed to
try to get inside."
Ethan's eyes were wide. "Did we?"
Tears appeared at the corner of Teddy's eyes. "No. But when you woke up, you
thought we had, didn't you? And then you went and fucked Emma."
"I'm. I'm so sorry, Teddy. I didn't mean to... I shouldn't have forced you."
Teddy looked up at him and growled, his face feral. Ethan felt himself thrown
backwards, the nails at his neck, the weight and strength on his stomach and
chest. Brilliant blonde fur covered his friend's face, his body. He was so
strong. "Don't you get it," growled Teddy. "I'm half, Ethan. I could have
flipped you and made you scream and beg till you thought you wanted it. Made
you submit. Claimed you as mine like everyone else is afraid I'll do. You
would've let me not even knowing. And then I'd have owned you." The nails
pressed harder into Ethan's neck.
"You. But I had you held down. I even remember that part," said Ethan
frantically.
Teddy stood back up and turned his back. "I wanted to be held down. I wanted to
be taken. By you. But you're still not ready, are you? You had to be drunk."
"You want what I do to those girls?" asked Ethan. "You can't."
"I've known what I want for a long time, Ethan."
"Ted. I'm... I'm not gay."
"Cock pressed up against my arse begging to fuck me says different."
"I was just drunk."
"You were uninhibited."
"I. I fuck girls, Ted."
Teddy turned and glared at him. "But do you love them?"
He gulped. "I love fucking them. I love taking them."
"Roughing them up?"
"Yeah."
"Holding them down?"
"So hot, Ted, you should..."
"I will. With you. When you're ready. You can show me."
"Ted," said Ethan. "I'm not..."
But there were lips against his. Soft delicate bow-shaped lips that locked
against his perfectly and a tongue demanding entrance to his mouth with such
calm certainty that as his body melted against Teddy's he let it in. He was
falling and there were hands holding him up. Lips worshiping his. His arms and
hands moved of their own accord to touch and hold and clutch against Teddy.
Ethan pulled away, stumbling unsteadily against one the posts of the gazebo.
"What the hell, Ted."
Teddy glanced at the very obvious tenting of Ethan's pants. "Your body is
saying you are."
"Fuck Teddy... stop trying to..."
"Still not ready."
"I'm never going to be... Ted, I'm straight!"
Teddy moved against him then, and his hand circled the engorged shape of
Ethan's cock. "Sure you are," he said, turning and heading back to the maze.
"Come on. I'll take you home. I'm sure that," he chuckled, "will need
attention."
"Ted!"
"Not from me," said Teddy, waving dismissively, though it took all his effort.
"Go fuck your girls. Beat them to a pulp. They will never scream as prettily as
I would. They will never beg for you like I will. They won't, they can't, take
it as hard as I would let you. You could possess me, take me. They'll never
give you that. They'll never let you own them." He looked over his shoulder at
Ethan. "And because of that, one day soon, that cock will be buried in my arse.
And I'll be yours. And when that happens, you'll forget all about those girls.
Because you've never loved them the way you love me."
***** Chapter 6 *****
Disclaimer: All ATWT characters the property of P&G/Telenext. Harry Potter and
the characters associated with that universe belong to J. K. Rowling, Warner
Brothers, and Scholastic. No copyright infringement intended. No profit made
from this fiction.
Note that this is a side story based on the events of Promised, a fic written
for the Nuke Bigbang 2012 that combined a Nuke and a Drarry fic.
IMPORTANT: This story is a side story and is based on the events of my previous
story, Promised. This story takes place about ten years after the events
described in that story. Like the previous stories, it is an ATWT crossover.
A/N: I will post this story one chapter at a time. I probably will not post
every day, as August is my busiest month at work.
------
The music blared so loudly that Teddy was not at all sure the silencing charms
would hold. Only the upper years had been invited to the party, all houses. Not
unusual for a Hufflepuff party. Students were dancing wildly, the seventh years
grinding uninhibitedly against each other. Someone had brought fire whiskey
then.
Teddy watched them gyrating against each other quietly from the edges of the
rooms, moving from one common room to another. Finally he stopped. It had been
over a month since their talk. Ethan had grown surly in the weeks since. Teddy
knew why, though not from Ethan. Emma Cribbins was still giving him the cold
shoulder, and Jasmine in his own house had grown sick of Ethan's abuses and
done the same.
Mina Bones was out on the dance floor with him now. The last of his little
coterie. Teddy could taste the blood on the air from the deep marks Ethan was
making on her neck. Could smell the seed inside her from where he'd taken her
before the party. Ethan's hand was up her skirt. Teddy turned away, trying not
to hear, cursing his wolf for letting him listen, his heart for making him stay
put.
There was distress in her whimpers. Distress in the way she murmured, "Eth, not
so rough."
Too casual certainty in his reply, "That's right, fight it baby... want you to
fight me."
"Eth, stop it."
Teddy spun and turned. Ethan wasn't...
"No, Eth," there was a shuffle on the floor, "I... I don't want this."
Ethan looked at her in shock. "But Min..."
"I never liked it," she hissed.
"Min?" Ethan's face was wide eyed, tears in his eyes. "Why would you..."
She moved very close and her words were a harsh whisper. "You're a catch,
Ethan. Everyone thinks so. But you're not worth it. Bruises and fighting and
your hand gripping my neck. Pounding into me like I'm just a piece of meat.
What about tenderness. What about..."
"But Min..."
"No," she said, shaking her head. "You like it when I struggle. If you won't
listen when I say no now, how are you going to... when you're inside me and I
need you to stop. How can I..."
"Min..." pleaded Ethan.
She shook her head and stepped away. "Good-bye, Ethan. I think. We need some
time apart."
Ethan reached for her arm and she pulled away and ran from the room. Ethan
wiped at his eyes. Teddy grimaced. More feeling than he'd thought then.
His eyes were angry and Ethan pushed through the dance floor to the table where
the alcohol students had smuggled into the school was arrayed. The student
overseeing the table looked at him. "Snyder, I'm not sure that's."
Ethan glared at him and picked up a bottle of fire whiskey and a glass.
A hand wrapped around his arm. "No, Ethan."
He shrugged away from the grasp.
"Ethan."
"Go away, Teddy."
Teddy smoothly slipped to Ethan's other side and slipped the bottle away,
handing it to Jamie Barton, whose family had unknowingly provided most of the
alcohol. Ethan glared at him. "What right..."
"Better me than Uncle Luke," said Teddy softly.
"He wouldn't..."
Teddy arched bright green eyebrow.
"Fine. Just got fucking dumped again. Just wanted."
"You'd already had her tonight," said Teddy. "You could have..."
"How?" he asked, then he shook his head as the realization hit him. "Can't that
fucking wolf nose of yours give me some privacy?"
"You think I wanted to know that? That you'd fucked her. That you'd filled her
up and made her scream? You think that it makes me feel good to know that?"
"Could be happy for me."
"That the last of the girls you were pretending to be with finally wised up?"
asked Teddy, pulling Ethan behind him to a dark corner alcove where the music's
blaring was slightly more subdued. "I am happy. It's what you needed!"
"To be celibate?"
"Hey, look who you're talking to," said Teddy.
"I'm not like you, I can't... I need it Teddy. I want someone squirming under
me. I want someone who'll beg."
"They don't want to beg. They don't want to be roughed up, Ethan. They deal
with that so they can be your girl."
"I just. No one will touch me anymore, Ted. They. It's like..."
Teddy shook his head. "What did you expect? You're a fucking ruthless bastard
in bed. You practically beat them. You're rough. You mark them up and bite them
and get off on them struggling to make you stop."
"I ask," said Ethan, horrified. "I ask and get permission to do those..."
Teddy sighed. "Now they know what that means. And they won't do it. And because
the girls talk... Eth, no one else is going to let you either."
"But..."
"Except me."
"Stop fooling with me Ted. You've said that before, acted like you want me, but
you're a wolf, like my brother. You're going to take someone and when you do,
what you do to them will be more vicious, more brutal than anything I even
dream of. And it'll be fucking okay for you, because you're a wolf, and it's
expected."
"Ethan, you've been a pig about it," said Teddy. "You fuck them brutally, but
you don't love them. A wolf... we claim, Ethan. We claim and there's a
responsibility there that you aren't living up to."
"Fuck that, Ted. You know you're just waiting for the right guy to take and own
and dominate. What I... You know how much I dream of that? To really be brutal.
To really dominate someone. To take them and possess them and own them like
Luke does to Noah. I want that. What you'll have. And you're a wolf, so you
will. And I'm not, so I'll never..."
Teddy slipped next to him, slipped close. "I'm not meant to claim, Ethan."
"But you're a wolf..."
Teddy gulped. "And because I'm a wolf, Ethan, I know it's my place to surrender
to my mate. To let him take me," he slid a hand under the shirt tails of
Ethan's shirt to touch his flesh. "To beg for him to breed me and fill me with
pups. To scream when he bites me. To give him my heat as his own and let him
lay his claim upon my flesh and my soul."
Ethan moaned softly as Teddy's hand slipped past the waistband of his trousers
and fingered the flesh there. "Teddy, I'm not..."
Teddy squeezed gently and wrapped his arm around Ethan's neck, flicking his
tongue against the edge of Ethan's ear. He whispered softly, "You're very
sure?" He pressed a soft kiss against Ethan's neck and felt the cock in his
hand jump.
"Ted..." Ethan moaned the words as deft fingers teased his cock.
Teddy looked quickly around and smiled as he realized they were still unnoticed
in their little dark alcove. He kissed gently against Ethan's ear. "I'll let
you do it here."
"What?"
"I'll turn around and lower my pants and you can take me right up against this
wall."
"But..."
"Just spit on it and ram it up into me."
"Ted..."
"You can cover my mouth so no one hears me scream," said Teddy, pressed hard up
against him as he began rubbing Ethan's cock more vigorously.
"I..."
"You want my arse," said Teddy. "Don't try to pretend. Just push me against
this wall and take it. Pound into me." His fingers flipped across the head of
Ethan's cock which was leaking pre-cum prodigiously. It twitched again.
"I'd... fuck Ted, I can't be..."
"Push me against this wall right now, Ethan. Push me against it and take it."
"It'd be your... I can't make your first time like..."
Teddy ground his hips into Ethan and Ethan's eyes rolled backwards as Teddy's
hand rubbed against his cock. "Ted... I..."
Teddy licked against his ear again. "Try to claim me, Ethan. You'll have to
prove you can own me before I'll let you..."
"But it's your first..."
"Difference between me and those girls," whispered Teddy, letting go of Ethan
for long enough to unfasten his trousers, "is that this is what I'm meant for."
He turned around and dropped his trousers and pants, revealing smooth pale
globes of flesh. "I want this to be my first."
Ethan was shaking as he pressed himself against Teddy. "Here?"
"You. Keeping me from screaming covering my mouth. Now. I want it. Like this,
Ethan."
"I'm. I can't... not when you're doing this. It'll hurt, Ted."
Teddy looked over his shoulder at him. "I've been waiting for you to make me
scream for a long time. Please."
"I'll get rough."
"Oh, God please..."
Ethan glanced around. They were still unnoticed. "I. I'm going to get rough,
you could change your..."
"Won't. Please, Ethan..."
Ethan's fingers fumbled with his own trousers as he freed his cock. It was
weeping pre-cum and was heavy, and thick. "It. I don't want you to hurt."
"Do it," said Teddy, pressing his bare ass back against Ethan.
Ethan spat a couple of times, slicking his cock. "I... I'd use lube if..."
"Want it to hurt. Want to remember how you covered my mouth to keep me from..."
Ethan's teeth nipped at his ear and he felt the blunt pressure pushing against
his arse. Then a hand clamped over his mouth and Ethan pushed in hard. Teddy's
world was fire and pain and he screamed, the sound muffled by Ethan's hand. He
was shaking and Ethan wasn't moving, he was just there, inside him and it hurt,
so big. Teddy's arse clenched reflexively against Ethan's cock, trying to make
sense of the intrusion.
"This. What. You. Wanted," hissed Ethan.
Teddy shook and his teeth clenched. He nodded his head and pushed his arse back
hard into the intruding cock, his eyes blossoming wide as he pushed Ethan
deeper. "W-wanted. M-move."
"Not ready."
"F-fuck r-eady."
Ethan drew back and thrust in again, covering Teddy's mouth again. "Like that?"
Teddy nodded anxiously.
"Fuck Ted, that should hurt. It hurts?"
Teddy nodded and his face grinned even as his teeth clenched.
"You like it?"
Teddy nodded again.
Ethan thrust twice, long and deep as Teddy shook against the press of him.
"Still?" he asked, again releasing his hold over Teddy's mouth for long enough
for him to answer.
Teddy was panting. "Need. Fuck. Need. More."
Ethan thrust in hard.
"Oh, God!" wailed Teddy. "Yes, like that!"
"Quiet," said Ethan pounding into him again, "People will notice."
"W-want to s-scream."
Ethan's hand covered his mouth again and teeth bit against Teddy's neck and
ear. "Shh. Love that darling ass. You my darling?"
Teddy nodded.
"You really like this?"
Teddy squeezed his arse tight against Ethan's cock in response, drawing forth a
moan.
"I'm going... I'm going to..."
Teddy reached back over his shoulder to touch Ethan's hair and face.
"Love. Oh fuck, love your darling little ass." And he pounded into it. "Love
it. So tight. Oh fuck. Not gonna..."
Teddy's arse pressed back, making his strokes suddenly deeper than Ethan was
prepared for.
"Fuck Ted... Oh, God. Oh fucking Merlin God.... need your. oh. oh. oh," Ethan
bit into Teddy's shoulder, his hand still clamped tight around Teddy's mouth
and he pounded hard until his body finally tensed and pressed hard and deep
into Teddy and stayed there, one arm wrapping around Teddy's waist to pull him
into the stroke. He could feel Teddy underneath him spasming and trying to
scream. He let go of Teddy's shoulder. "No. Quiet darling. Quiet." His hips
were thrusting in little spasms as the cum still kept flowing into Teddy.
Ethan took a number of long deep breaths. "Oh fuck, Ted. I..."
Teddy was still shaking against him, still pressed hard against the wall. He
whimpered softly.
"You're begging?"
Teddy nodded.
"You really?"
Teddy slid off of him and fell to his knees, his hands pulling at his own
trousers to slake his modesty as his lips descended on Ethan's cock, and licked
it slowly and sensuously clean. Teddy trembled and looked up, cum smeared
across his lips. "You'll want it. You'll want it so bad." Teddy kissed the tip
of Ethan's cock. "You'll never want a girl again, Ethan. Just me, my mouth, my
arse, my thighs. You'll just want..."
Ethan's eyes fluttered into his head again.
"Ted..."
A hot body pressed up against him and lips sticky with his own cum teased his
ear. "Still sure you're straight?" asked Teddy huskily, his tongue hot and wet
and sticky against Ethan's ear.
Ethan shook, his hands trembling as he fastened his trousers. "I..."
"Good." And then the heat of Teddy's body was gone, and Ethan was alone, his
body still shaking from tremors that filled him as he tried to recover from his
release.
***** Chapter 7 *****
Disclaimer: All ATWT characters the property of P&G/Telenext. Harry Potter and
the characters associated with that universe belong to J. K. Rowling, Warner
Brothers, and Scholastic. No copyright infringement intended. No profit made
from this fiction.
Note that this is a side story based on the events of Promised, a fic written
for the Nuke Bigbang 2012 that combined a Nuke and a Drarry fic.
IMPORTANT: This story is a side story and is based on the events of my previous
story, Promised. This story takes place about ten years after the events
described in that story. Like the previous stories, it is an ATWT crossover.
A/N: I will post this story one chapter at a time. I probably will not post
every day, as August is my busiest month at work.
------
Noah looked at the ceiling in frustration, not again... this was the third time
already this week! "Luke!"
"What?"
"Your son is peeing on the couch again!"
Luke appeared at the door and looked at Reg, whose face had grown positively
terrified at Noah's yell and began almost immediately to cry. His pants were
around his ankles and the couch was THAT color, soaked.
Noah fell to his knees immediately and held the boy, trying to make soothing
noises. "I'm sorry, Reg. Don't cry. Please... please don't cry," he said the
words softly, rubbing a hand on Reg's back, but nothing seemed to help.
Luciano looked at the couch and moaned, but went to Reginald and soothed him
all the same. Reg would always calm for Luke, while Noah struggled with him.
"I'll take care of this, but our other son is in need of changing at the
moment," said Luke pointedly with a nod toward the nursery. He was lifting Reg
into his arms and muttering spells at the couch, his nose twitching from the
stink, when the knocking began.
"Noah!"
"You told me to take care of something in here..."
"Ugh. Fine," said Luke, grumbling. He knew from experience that it was only
that Noah was in the middle of changing a baby. Luke carried a still half naked
Reg to the door and opened it, making sure his arm covered the baby's back
side.
"Luke?" said Ethan, his face covered with tears.
Luke looked Ethan up and down and sniffed. "Fudge," he grumbled, opening the
door and walking back into the lounge without another word. "Don't sit there,"
he gestured at the couch as his wand resumed it's work removing all traces of
Reginald's indiscretion. When he was done he sighed, set Reg down and pulled
his pants back up. "Where are your trousers?"
"Went bye-bye daddy, when I needed go pee."
Luke shook his head. "Glinty?"
There was a pop and the house elf appeared.
"Could you find Reg's trousers. He vanished them," said Luke.
The house elf nodded and disappeared.
"Noah, we have company," said Luciano loudly.
"One of mine?" shouted Noah.
"Ours."
There was a muffled curse and Noah appeared carrying another even smaller boy
in his arms. "Ethan?"
"I needed Luke," said Ethan nervously.
Noah looked him up and down. "Jasmine dumped you two weeks ago."
Ethan nodded.
"Mina?"
"Broke up with me tonight."
Noah groaned. He did not need this tonight, not with both children acting out.
"You're surprised?" asked Noah. He liked Ethan, but the way the boy treated
those girls, he can't have been that surprised they'd... "Fine. But you're
helping with baby sitting next week. It can't all be done by house elves. They
both need to know they can rely on family." Noah set a hand on Ethan's
shoulder. "And you're their family."
Ethan took a hitched breath.
"Noah," said Luke, his position made clear from the tone, "you can talk about
baby sitting after."
"Right. Snyder family business comes first," sighed Noah resignedly, bouncing
the boy in his arms. "Let me get him to sleep, that way we can talk
uninterrupted." Noah disappeared down the corridor.
Luke set a hand on Ethan's arm. "Sit."
"I just. I needed..."
"I'm surprised to see you..." Luke hesitated for a moment. "You just weren't
very broken up about Zabini and Cribbins. I'm surprised to see you like this
over Mina, she, well, frankly, she was the one most resistant to your..."
Ethan's face began to furrow and wrinkle as he started to lose his battle
against tears, his breathing becoming stuttered and gulping as though when he
could breathe he was desperate for the air.
Luke's sniffed the air again and cursed as he identified the scent that clung
to Ethan. "That couch is safe now," he said. "Sit, I'll be back," and he
carried the small pants-clad boy in his arms down the hall.
Noah was the first to return, and there was a fair bit of loud wailing still
from the hall when he appeared. He looked tired, though with two small boys
that wasn't a huge surprise. Ethan had grown up in a large family, enough to
know what that meant. Noah looked at him, starring deep at him as though he
could see something invisible and then sat down in a large padded chair across
from the couch.
"So, Mina..."
"Pushed me away. Said I was too rough. Said she never liked it."
"At the party tonight?" asked Noah.
"You're. You're not supposed to..."
"I used to be an Unspeakable," said Noah. "Very little actually escapes my
notice." Noah ran a hand through his thick black hair. "She catch you with
someone at the party?"
"I was... I was feeling her up on the dance floor."
"She said no?"
"Not exactly. She asked me to stop. Told me I was being too rough."
"And you stopped."
"I asked her to fight me," said Ethan. "I love it when they fight. But she
pushed me away, too hard for it to be play and dumped me."
"Good," said Noah. "I've been. Ethan, this rough play, it's..."
"Don't you dare! After what... after what my brother does to you. I know. I've
seen the marks."
"That's different," said Noah. "I'm owned. Your brother is wolf. It's..."
"Something I'll never have, because I wasn't... I'm not a wolf, so it's not
okay for me to want to dominate, to take that way," said Ethan bitterly. "But
it's..."
"Dangerous for you to do with human girls, Ethan. Even when they say they want
it. You have to know they..."
"Well, I know now," said Ethan sulkily. "Emma liked it."
Noah nodded, "Yes, she did. But you broke her. She wasn't ready for rough play
at that level, and you scared her. She sensed, you know, that you didn't love
her. That you didn't love any of them."
Ethan looked at him sadly. "You knew?"
"I study love, Ethan. It's not hard to see the signs, when you know."
Ethan looked frightened as the statement sunk in. "I..."
"Don't even think it," said Luke from the hall.
"I just. It's late, I should..."
"We both knew a long time ago, Ethan," said Noah softly.
"I..."
"He finally got you," said Luke, "didn't he?"
"I don't know what you're..."
Noah shook his head. "Don't even try it, Ethan. Teddy's loved you since you
were five. Does it really surprise you that it became romantic?"
"I thought I was straight," said Ethan quietly. "I thought I was straight until
he... he practically dared me to fuck him hard enough to make him offer a
claim. And he begged and whimpered and let me fuck him so hard. I came, Luke.
All inside him and when I pulled out, he fell to his knees and licked me clean.
I've... I've never been so turned on. I'd fucked him hard against the wall. He
screamed. I could feel his screams against my hand, and after that, when I was
done. He fucking licked me clean. I could have come again right there."
"He would have liked that. Maybe you should have," said Luke, with a bit of a
grin.
"It's not funny!" snapped Ethan.
"We've all been worried about you getting rough. Teddy's a wolf. He's one of
the only students in this whole school that it's..." Luke sighed.
"He's a submissive," said Noah softly. "He's wanted to be your pack bitch since
he was five. When you were little, we'd find you, him pinned, wriggling under
you. It made him so happy, he used to scream when we pulled you off of him. I
think... being in that position would still make him happy."
"Pack bitch?"
"Chosen mate?" said Luciano diplomatically. "It's actually the correct term for
a male wolf that submits that way. I know, it's kind of... well, it's offensive
to most, but to a wolf, being a pack bitch, belonging to another wolf that way.
He's putting himself into that role, by bearing children for the pack."
"Bearing... fuck! He can get..."
Luke sighed. "You, of all people, should understand wizards getting pregnant.
You've grown up around us. Around Professor Potter and Malfoy. Around Neville."
"Yeah, but I never thought it'd be me," said Ethan. "I never thought..."
"Do you love him?" asked Luke.
"I. I don't know. It's. I've never been in love," he said, looking up into
Luciano's deep brown eyes. "I know I want him. That I want... oh fuck, Luke,
the things we... he let me... and I..."
"Maybe you should tell him you want him," said Noah. "And then you can see what
he says."
***** Chapter 8 *****
Disclaimer: All ATWT characters the property of P&G/Telenext. Harry Potter and
the characters associated with that universe belong to J. K. Rowling, Warner
Brothers, and Scholastic. No copyright infringement intended. No profit made
from this fiction.
Note that this is a side story based on the events of Promised, a fic written
for the Nuke Bigbang 2012 that combined a Nuke and a Drarry fic.
IMPORTANT: This story is a side story and is based on the events of my previous
story, Promised. This story takes place about ten years after the events
described in that story. Like the previous stories, it is an ATWT crossover.
A/N: I will post this story one chapter at a time. I probably will not post
every day, as August is my busiest month at work.
------
Ethan arrived to shocked faces in the Slytherin common room.
Barton gave him a look and hissed. "Zabini doesn't want to see you."
"Not here for her. Looking for Teddy," said Ethan.
Jamie Barton gave Ethan a once over look, his face carefully neutral. After a
moment he nodded to the corridor that led to the dorms. "His is at the very end
as prefect."
Ethan walked to the corridor and glanced back over his shoulder. "Thanks."
Barton just grunted, falling back into the sofa. Ethan glanced one last time
over his shoulder. He was oddly sober for someone who had provided so much of
the alcohol for the party.
Ethan knocked on the door and then opened it, as he always had. The room was
dark except for a single lamp in the far corner by the window. Ethan stepped
inside and walked over to the bed, opening the curtains to find the bed empty.
"He is not here at the moment," came a voice from the corner behind him.
Ethan swirled around, his eyes wide. There, calmly seated, was Draco Malfoy.
The professor whispered a word and the lamp next to the chair flared up
brightly. Cold gray eyes looked piercingly at him. So very like Teddy's eyes.
They were family, by blood as well as the adoption formalized by the promise
rites with Harry, and just now Ethan could see the resemblance quite clearly.
"Professor, sir."
"I thought we should have a talk," said Draco, one of the chairs in the
opposite corner suddenly heeding a wave of Draco's wand and lumbering next to
Ethan until it tapped insistently against the back of Ethan's knees.
"I. I know the party was unregistered, sir..."
"I am not concerned that students have parties!" said Draco, the authority of
his voice quite suddenly absolute.
"No, sir. Sorry, sir," said Ethan nervously.
"I already spoke to Barton about the alcohol. He will be more circumspect next
time," said Draco. "And that talk gave me an opportunity to hear about Mina.
And about you."
No wonder Barton had looked sober. Ethan took in his breath slowly. "Mina
decided I wasn't what she wanted, sir. Not the first time."
"No. Indeed. You throw your partners away like they're worthless."
"She broke up with me, sir. I'd hardly say I consider her worthless."
"You beat her like she's worthless. Harder, I've noticed, since Emma pushed you
away. Since Jasmine looked to other boys," Draco's eyes were questioning, his
mouth in a tight line.
"Does anyone else here have to explain their private sexual desires?" asked
Ethan coldly. "I like rough sex, okay. So did Emma. I... I thought Mina and
Jasmine did too. I always asked. They always said they. They pretended to want
it, sir. They never told me how they..."
"To answer your first question. No. I make it a point not to ask about
students' sexual desires outside of house meetings with upper years to discuss
sexuality generally. I know Hufflepuff and Gryffindor have those too. But the
other students are not leaving people bruised. They are not..."
"It's not a concern, sir. They all. I don't have anyone left," said Ethan
quietly.
Draco shook his head. "The problem is that you do. You have someone else.
Someone who has loved you dearly almost his whole life." Draco gulped. "Someone
who gave himself into your brutal hands tonight."
Ethan shrank back into his chair. "He. He begged for it. He w-wanted..."
"You fucked him bloody," Draco held up a hand to forestall Ethan's comments.
"He. He swears to me it was what he wanted. For you to be brutal. To take him,"
Draco stared quietly at Ethan for a moment before continuing. "This isn't the
first time he's cried into my shoulder about what he wants. About how he wants
it. But you... you should care enough about him to heal him when you..."
Ethan's face grew pale. "I... I told him I didn't have. Oh fuck, Teddy! Is he?"
"I am not a prude, Ethan. I'm not. I was the voice of... our concern as
professors wasn't that you get rough, but that you get violent," Draco looked
away. "You... you could be making healing the wounds part of your care for your
partner after. To let him know that your power to hurt him is tempered by your
concern, for your love of him to make sure he... He'd never had sex before,
Ethan, not ever, and you left him bloody."
"I... girls don't get..."
"Girls self-lubricate," said Draco bluntly. "If you're going to indulge in raw
fucking someone's arse, Ethan, you need to use more spit than you did. And you
need to apply some low level healing or a salve after. He's my son. And I had
to heal that."
"Is he?"
"Mortified, probably," said Draco. He gulped softly. "And also happier than
I've seen him, I think, in my life."
"He did want it..." breathed Ethan.
"You will come to my office tomorrow and get a healing salve and a proper
lubricant. I can also teach you some charms. He's not had his first heat. We've
suppressed it and he won't become ripe until that happens. But the suppressants
may not remain effective if he's sexually active. You know an anti-
pregnancy..."
Ethan shook his head.
"The girls cast it themselves?"
"It was part... they were letting me..."
"You are a very stupid boy," said Draco, shaking his head. "I will also teach
you a proper charm, which you will use until Teddy tells you otherwise." Draco
stood and got very close. "If he lets you claim him... he'll give you his heat.
Charms won't work in a heat, so if you take him then, be prepared to be a
father."
"You're not..."
"I'm not done," said Draco, his eyes glinting in the light.
"No, sir. I'll..."
"Just sit still and be quiet." Draco turned quietly away and studied the lamp
by his chair for a few moments. "Teddy is a wolf. A submissive. He needs."
Draco took a very deep breath. "He needs the roughness you love to dish out. It
makes him feel loved." Draco spun and looked deep into Ethan's eyes. "He is my
son. Abuse the trust he's giving you..."
"I. I won't apologize for being rough, sir. It was what he wanted."
Draco ground his teeth.
"But I'll learn the charms, sir. And I didn't. He didn't tell me or let me see.
It was dark and I didn't. I didn't know. I wouldn't. I would only leave him
like that if he asked me to. I hope..."
"You intend to do it again, then?"
"Unless he fights me and means it."
"You'd force him?"
"He'll have a safe word, sir. I think he'll like fighting me. I think we'll
both like him fighting me."
Draco closed his eyes. "I did not wish to know that. You will come for the
salves tomorrow." Draco pointed his wand at the wall and a portrait faded into
view. "He. He wanted you to come to him. And Ethan?"
"Yes, sir?"
"Be glad it was me here tonight and not Professor Potter."
Ethan swallowed and nodded, then opened the portrait door.
***** Chapter 9 *****
Disclaimer: All ATWT characters the property of P&G/Telenext. Harry Potter and
the characters associated with that universe belong to J. K. Rowling, Warner
Brothers, and Scholastic. No copyright infringement intended. No profit made
from this fiction.
Note that this is a side story based on the events of Promised, a fic written
for the Nuke Bigbang 2012 that combined a Nuke and a Drarry fic.
IMPORTANT: This story is a side story and is based on the events of my previous
story, Promised. This story takes place about ten years after the events
described in that story. Like the previous stories, it is an ATWT crossover.
A/N: Heads up: I work at a college in student life and it's orientation. I'll
do my best to keep posting fairly regularly, but I may be distracted for the
next two weeks. Don't worry, the story is complete, and it WILL get posted. But
there may be some delays until the start of September.
------
Teddy lay face down in bed, naked and covered only in a silk sheet and clinging
desperately to wakefulness. Ethan would come. He had to come. They needed to
talk, and it'd been a dare practically, at the end, to make Ethan come and
talk. After buggering him.
Teddy winced. The healing salves were good, but he'd been... his pop had
applied them, given him a supply, and shown him what to do if he needed to
apply them himself. Why his pop had a supply... he knew of course, but he
didn't want to think of his pop and his dad that way. His pop had also been
rather angry. They'd had another talk about Teddy being a submissive. His pop
had pressed hard about whether he was sure.
He'd asked why it still, after the salves why...
His pop had chuckled even through his anger. "The point of being taken, of it
being rough, is that you feel it. That for hours, even days after you still
know that he was inside you. He was taking you, like THAT. You... you want to
still feel it, don't you?"
He'd blushed. "What about dad?" he'd asked.
"Let me talk to your dad. I'm just... it's good that I was the one to see this.
I think your dad might have done something inadvisable."
Then his pop had left him on the bed, and gone through the portrait to the
prefect's quarters. And waited. Teddy was a bit worried really, what he might
say to Ethan.
He felt his heart stutter and sniffed. His arse twitched. His... Ethan was
here. In the suite.
"Ted?" the voice was quiet, wavering.
Teddy smiled. "It's okay, Eth, you can come in."
Ethan came into the bedroom cautiously. His whole body showed an uncertainty
about it. "I... I thought maybe we should..."
Teddy shifted so he was propped up on an elbow and could look at Ethan. He
nodded to a chair in the corner and Ethan dragged it to the side of the bed,
sitting down next to him.
"You were always my best friend, you know," said Ethan nervously.
"I know."
"Your pop says I..." Ethan's eyes went self-consciously to Teddy's arse. "I
didn't mean to make you bleed."
Teddy blushed. "I don't regret it. I'd do it again in a second."
Ethan gulped. "I. I really enjoyed what we did. How you made me feel."
"So are you straight?" asked Teddy.
"I. I don't know," said Ethan. "I've always been with girls. It was what I was
supposed to do, you know? Now. Ted, I... you were so... and you let me. I never
felt. I wanted to stay inside you. I wanted to stay with you after I came...
and you licked me clean. I've never been turned on that way."
"Doesn't answer my question though, does it," said Teddy sullenly.
"Help me figure it out?" asked Ethan hopefully.
"I don't want you to have to figure it out. I want you to know, Ethan."
"I. I don't know about being attracted to guys," said Ethan. "But I know just
seeing you there, under that silk. Seeing your chest, all bare and furry and...
It makes me hard and hot and I want to slide under there and take you. I want
you. I want to breathe your skin into mine. I..."
Teddy smiled. "So you're not sure about being attracted to guys, but you're...
you're attracted to me?"
Ethan gulped. "Yeah. Yeah, I think I really am."
"I... I can work with that," said Teddy very softly.
"I should. It's past curfew, I should get back."
Teddy shook his head. "In," he said simply, lifting the sheet.
Ethan shivered. "I don't have anything to wear to bed."
"In," repeated Teddy. "My skin is waiting to be breathed into yours. That will
be easier if you're not wearing anything."
Ethan looked at him nervously, then his eyes grew dark, flecks of green
disappearing into the brown. His fingers went to the buttons on his shirt,
trembling fingers struggling to loose it from him. Finally he got the last
button, leaving him bare, just a stretch of light brown hair lightly covering
his upper chest, and a dip almost to a point over his sternum, then a light
diamond of sparse brown around his belly button trailing down into his
trousers.
Teddy gulped and seized the yellow and black tie that hadn't come off with the
shirt, pulling Ethan to him. "Do you know... oh fuck, Ethan." Teddy's other
hand fingered lightly against Ethan's chest, pressing over the hard muscle of a
beater's body. He hesitated only a moment before kissing him, passionate and
open mouthed, his tongue seeking desperately into Ethan's. He moaned. It was so
good. He kept hold of the tie and wrapped his other hand against the small of
Ethan's back and leaned back onto the bed, pulling Ethan with him, their lips
still locked together.
Ethan was on top of him, weight pressing him down, his fingers seeking and
finding Teddy's arms, his wrists. Their grip was like iron as he found himself
pressed down, Ethan's breath coming in deep gasps as he pulled away and licked
at Teddy's face, kissed against his cheek, straddled Teddy's waist and rubbed
their skin against each other.
"Needed to take care of you," said Ethan. "After, I mean."
"It was... oh, God... oh, GOD!" Teddy's eyes rolled backwards as Ethan's lips
attacked his neck. He was so sensitive. Ethan's teeth were nipping as he sucked
at the skin. Teddy could smell as much as feel the blood at the surface. He'd
been marked. Oh, God... there were more. So many more. Bite after bite, mark
after mark. "Ethan!"
Ethan's lips pulled away from where he was marking the dip at the base of
Ethan's throat. He slid up and kissed at Teddy's cheek. "My darling little ass.
My darling little..." he gulped, Luciano had said it was what Teddy wanted, "my
little bitch, waiting to be claimed..."
Teddy went limp beneath him. "I'm your..."
Ethan ground still clothed hips into Teddy's waist. "Isn't that what you..."
"Oh yes. You'll. Do you mean it?"
"I..."
"I want it, Eth... right now..."
Ethan's hands gripped Teddy's wrists tighter and pushed him down. "You. You
really do..."
Teddy's eyes were a dark silver, swirling as black began to overwhelm them.
"Too many clothes..." Teddy's legs wrapped upward against his waist and his
toes sought against the waist band, and then there was a growl and Teddy's
teeth nipped at Ethan's lips and there was sharpness against Ethan's back and
rear and tearing as his trousers and pants were ripped into shreds, Teddy's
feet pushing the torn fabric down and off of him.
Ethan's cock pressed bare against Teddy's stomach as Teddy's face leaned close.
"Please..."
"You haven't healed yet..."
"Th-then show me... show me how you'll care for me. Make me need it. To be
cared for after..."
Ethan gulped. "You want me to get..."
Teddy growled and his hands struggled against Ethan's iron grip.
"Oh, God... oh fuck, Ted," said Ethan, pushing Teddy back down hard. "My bitch
boy... trying to get away from me..."
Teddy whimpered.
"Oh fuck, Ted," Ethan's lips locked against Teddy's shoulder and he bit down
hard, his hips grinding against Teddy.
Teddy's breathing was heavy, his whimper tinged with pain.
"This alright?" murmured Ethan against his shoulder.
"Yesss," hissed Teddy.
"I'm going to... so hot, Ted," said Ethan, drawing back to look at Teddy. So
beautiful. How had he not seen. "You know what I need..."
Teddy nodded.
"You'll give that to me?"
"Yes. Please. Don't stop. Want it..."
"You're. You were bloody..."
Teddy craned his neck up to kiss just below Ethan's ear. "Gonna be again. Show
me. Want to see how you take care of me."
"I'll get," Ethan pushed him into the bed again, his grip on Ethan's hands
wrists even tighter. "Shoelace. Say it."
"Shoelace."
"It's your safe word. If I get. I'm going to tear you up... I need to know... I
want you to fight it. I want you to..."
Teddy nodded. "I..."
"Shoelace. Say it again."
"Shoelace."
Ethan rested his forehead against Teddy's. "You're mine."
Teddy shuddered underneath him.
"My darling sweet ass."
Teddy's breathing got very heavy.
"My fucking little bitch boy."
"Yes... I..."
"Shut up bitch boy," said Ethan, letting go of one his wrists to press his hand
hard over Teddy's mouth. Teddy looked up at him and the face and whimper he got
was one of adoration. He shifted his hand around Teddy's throat, pressing deep
enough to leave bruises from his fingers. He loved it, rough play like this.
Did Teddy really?
Teddy was conspicuously holding his lips tightly closed, whimpering through
them loudly.
"You liked that little bitch?" said Ethan, his hands returning to Teddy's
wrists and stretching his arms high over his head as he attacked Teddy's neck
and chest again, marking, bruising. He nipped at Teddy's ear. "You wanna get
fucked darlin'?"
Teddy's eyes widened and he nodded.
"Gonna taste your ass. I love your ass. Sweet little globes. My darling ass.
It's mine. Never touched by anyone else."
Teddy nodded. "Only yours!" Then he squealed suddenly as teeth closed on his
neck.
"Told you to be quiet, darlin'," he said, shuddering at the twitch of Teddy's
cock he'd felt at the bite. At the sight of the red marks from his teeth. "Now,
lift up that ass. Rest your legs on my shoulders. Yes, that's right. That's
good, show me my darling little ass," Ethan kissed against his legs. "Good boy,
open it up for me."
Teddy whimpered loudly.
"Yes little darling," said Ethan. "You can beg." And then Ethan's tongue was
buried deep in Teddy's hole. Ethan pushed aside the little bit of 'ick' and
nervousness he felt. He'd never done this before, tasted ass. Teddy's smell was
musky and there was. Oh fuck, that taste he knew. Teddy was still filled with
his cum. His tongue delved deeper to taste. So sweet. This was his. Only his.
No one else would ever... He pulled his tongue out and bit the soft flesh of
Teddy's arse. And Teddy screamed in the midst of his begging.
"You want more?" asked Ethan, "My sweet little bitch wants me to seed him
again?"
"Yes!" screamed Teddy. "Do it! Pound me deep! Fill me. Oh fuck, oh, God."
Ethan's tongue delved deep and came back slick with his own cum. He pushed
upward, folding Teddy in half and then he ravished Teddy's mouth, forcing the
cum from his mouth into Teddy's. Teddy squealed in delight when he realized,
licking at Ethan's tongue. Ethan pulled away.
"That's a bad little bitch boy, keeping treats away from me."
Teddy's breath got deeper and there was a sparkle in his eyes as Ethan pressed
his hands hard, both into Teddy's chest and squeezed and pressed his weight
into him. "I'm the Quidditch star. You understand what that means?"
"You... you get to take," croaked Teddy his eyes wide and his mouth open in
shock from Ethan's strength. He'd have hand prints tomorrow. Oh fuck he wanted
those hand prints...
"You wanna be my... you wanna be my bitch?"
"Oh god, Ethan. Please. Make me..."
Ethan spat and slicked his cock, making sure to do it more than just a couple
times and spreading spit across Teddy's hole for good measure. "This darling
little ass is mine," said Ethan.
Teddy nodded, lifting and spreading his legs. "Take it."
And Ethan did. He pushed in past the so very tight ring of muscle and Teddy
screamed. And this time there was nothing to cover his screams, Ethan's mouth
instead kissing against his furry chest. "Mine," he said, and he thrust in
hard.
"Oh fuck..."
"Mine," said Ethan, and the thrust was harder.
"OH... Oh, God..."
"Mine," said Ethan, it was a growl, and he bit at the completion of the
stroke... bit hard, and Teddy's oh god was swallowed into the scream.
"You wanted this?"
Hands struggled against the lock Ethan had again on his wrists.
"You wanna be my darling sweet little thing?"
Teddy's legs wrapped around Ethan's waist and pulled him in deep.
"Oooooh FUCK! S-still..." Teddy swallowed. "Still not good enough to claim
me..."
Ethan growled, and bit him again hard on the shoulder like a wolf, and then he
began to thrust deep as Teddy fought, and screamed, and begged.
***** Chapter 10 *****
Disclaimer: All ATWT characters the property of P&G/Telenext. Harry Potter and
the characters associated with that universe belong to J. K. Rowling, Warner
Brothers, and Scholastic. No copyright infringement intended. No profit made
from this fiction.
Note that this is a side story based on the events of Promised, a fic written
for the Nuke Bigbang 2012 that combined a Nuke and a Drarry fic.
IMPORTANT: This story is a side story and is based on the events of my previous
story, Promised. This story takes place about ten years after the events
described in that story. Like the previous stories, it is an ATWT crossover.
A/N: I will post this story one chapter at a time. I probably will not post
every day, as August is my busiest month at work.
------
Teddy lay with his face buried in the pillows, Ethan wrapped over him and
around him. They were both shaking.
"My little. Oh, God. Ted. I."
Teddy seized one of Ethan's hands and squeezed. The bruises around Teddy's
wrists had already begun to blossom, spattering of red with the dull blue black
behind.
"Did I hurt..."
Teddy nodded. "But it was good hurt. Wanted it."
"I didn't scare you?"
"Safe. Knew you'd keep me safe," Teddy winced as he shifted and the abuse of
his arse stung.
"Shh. Hold still," said Ethan, and he shifted off of Teddy, ignoring his
whimper. "I know you like that. But..." Ethan looked at Teddy's neck and
shoulder, at the marks. So many marks. "You're mine. I'll have plenty of
chances to..."
Teddy smiled into the pillow. "I know."
A hand caressed his hair gently. "Shh. Quiet now. Sweet darling," Ethan kissed
his temple gently, then kissed his way slowly down Teddy's body to his arse.
"You have creams? I'm not so good at the charms," said Ethan softly.
Teddy nodded. "Nightstand, top drawer."
Ethan grunted and stood up to get them, twisting off the cap and then slowly,
gently applying them to Teddy's arse, being sure to get the inside of the
muscled ring as well. "Was I too..."
"It was perfect," said Teddy.
Ethan licked and kissed at Teddy's arse as he pushed the creams in, watching
carefully as they did their work until Teddy's arse was perfect and beautiful.
"Still sore?" he asked.
"Is good. Supposed to be sore. Want to still feel you in me tomorrow. And
after..." Teddy blushed. "I like knowing my mate was inside me."
Ethan felt a flutter of something incredible. "I'm... I'm still your mate?"
Teddy grinned and rolled over and Ethan hissed. His body was... Ethan had not
been subtle marking him. His sides and arms and chest bore the marks of hand
prints. His heart and neck and shoulder were very nearly a single massive
bruise. Ethan teared up. It was glorious and beautiful... and frightening. "Oh,
God Teddy, I'm..."
Teddy shook his head and grabbed hold of his hand. "These are my marks, Ethan.
I'm owned."
Ethan trembled. "They're beautiful... but I hurt you."
Teddy nodded. "And you'll do it again, and again. Because you love me and it's
what I need."
"Can I... I want to heal some of them. I liked making them. I did, but seeing
you like this... it's..."
Teddy sat up and held him. "It's alright. I. I want the ones on my neck, and
over my heart. And the hand prints on my chest."
Ethan nodded, blinking back tears.
"And I want the ones on my wrists. Always, because I am owned. And those are
yours."
"Mine..."
Teddy leaned his forehead against Ethan's. "Yours. You claimed me. That sixth
time, after you..."
Ethan gulped, remembering the hand prints around Teddy's neck that were only
invisible because of all the other bruising there.
"Baby," said Teddy softly, "my wolf. It's okay. It's what I wanted. It's what I
need from you."
Ethan nodded, lifting a hand to stroke Teddy's cheek. "Mine," he whispered and
Teddy smiled.
Ethan pushed him gently onto the bed and began rubbing the creams into Teddy's
skin. "I... I meant it," said Ethan softly, as he rubbed the creams into Teddy,
"what I said."
Teddy smiled. "I know."
"You... you didn't..."
Teddy placed a hand on his wrist. "You can't possibly not know how I feel."
Ethan kissed the bruises over Teddy's heart. "You... I felt it. I felt it when
you..."
"Keep it safe."
Ethan watched as the bruises dissolved from Teddy's skin. When only the marks
Teddy had chosen were left he kissed Teddy very intentionally and gently on the
lips. "It's always safe. You're always safe. No matter how rough I get...
you're my darling, I would never..."
Teddy smiled and pulled on the tie that was still around Ethan's neck. "If I
doubted that, I could never have given myself to you."
"Your parents will..."
"Poppy will understand. Dad. He might..."
"Do you think they heard?" asked Ethan.
"The silencing charms on this room are very good. I. Well, you know, obviously,
I get very vocal. Even when it was just me."
Ethan fingered the bruises over Teddy's heart. "I. I like being rough with you,
but... you know I. It's not just about leaving marks."
Teddy lay back onto the bed and pulled Ethan on top of him, kissing him
passionately. When they separated Teddy smiled up at him. "I like you on top of
me."
Ethan's chest rumbled, his hands moving to Teddy's wrists. "I like this. Being
on top of you like..."
There was a knock on the door.
"Bugger," said Teddy, his legs wrapping around and rubbing against Ethan's.
Loudly he called out. "What is it?"
"Teddy, I need to talk to you." His dad's voice.
"I. I'm kinda busy, Dad!"
"I don't care how busy you are, young man!" shouted Harry through the door.
"Open this door."
"Fuck," muttered Teddy. He pushed against Ethan's grip and Ethan let go,
rolling off of him and looking frantically for pants. But his trousers and
pants had been torn off him by an enthusiastic wolf.
"Damn, Ted, I don't have any..."
"Don't even think it," said Teddy, pulling the sheet over them both.
"Teddy!" shouted Harry through the door.
"Fine, Dad," shouted Teddy. "Come in."
Harry opened the door and stood for a moment, his jaw open. Then his eyes took
in the bruising, and his eyes turned to Ethan. "OUT!" he shouted.
Ethan gulped. "No, sir," he said, sitting up and wrapping an arm around Teddy's
waist to pull them against each other.
Harry's eyes burned with fury. "You... you bruised my son?"
Ethan nodded. "I marked my mate, sir."
"Your..."
"Mate, sir."
"You... you claimed?" Harry stumbled back against the door frame.
"I made my offering, Dad. I submitted," said Teddy, his hand reaching
unerringly to stroke the cheek of the man behind him. "You can't be..."
"He left you bruised!"
"I... we like rough sex, sir. He's mine. My owned. I. I don't see how it's your
business, sir," said Ethan. His face was flushed, but he kept his voice steady.
"Your owned?" asked Harry, sliding down the door frame. "Teddy? Please tell me
you didn't..."
"I chose him, Dad."
"But Teddy, you have your whole life..."
"Pop knew he wanted you when he was six."
Harry closed his eyes. "That was different. It was a promise..."
Draco appeared in the doorway, squatting down next to his husband. "Not so
different," he said.
"You knew?"
"It wasn't so hard to see," said Draco, looking into Teddy's eyes, wincing at
the marks. "Harry, it was. It's always been what he wanted."
Harry looked pleadingly at Teddy, but he was wrapped in Ethan, fingers holding
each other. His breath hitched again as he saw the bruises on Teddy's wrist.
"He held you down?"
Draco shook his head. "I've given you bruises like that on your wrists often
enough, my Harry."
"He's my..."
"He's our son," said Draco. "And he chose." Draco kept hold of Harry until the
man screwed his eyes shut and nodded, then Draco looked up. "He took care of
you, Teddy, after?"
Teddy nodded.
"See that you continue to do so," said Draco, looking pointedly at Ethan. Then
he gently stood, lifting Harry up with him. "We need to go. This is their
time."
"But he's..."
"... my son too, my Harry. But it's done. That's a claim across our son's neck
and chest. On his wrists. Like Noah or Neville. Our son chose this. You know,
it can't be taken, only offered."
Harry looked at the two young men in Teddy's bed. "Teddy?"
Teddy shook his head and pulled Ethan's arms tight around him.
Harry gulped and took his husband's hand as Draco pulled him gently out the
door. Draco looked deeply into Teddy's eyes and satisfied with what he saw
there, smiled, almost imperceptibly and closed the door, leaving the young
lovers alone.
***** Chapter 11 *****
Disclaimer: All ATWT characters the property of P&G/Telenext. Harry Potter and
the characters associated with that universe belong to J. K. Rowling, Warner
Brothers, and Scholastic. No copyright infringement intended. No profit made
from this fiction.
Note that this is a side story based on the events of Promised, a fic written
for the Nuke Bigbang 2012 that combined a Nuke and a Drarry fic.
IMPORTANT: This story is a side story and is based on the events of my previous
story, Promised. This story takes place about ten years after the events
described in that story. Like the previous stories, it is an ATWT crossover.
A/N: I will post this story one chapter at a time. I probably will not post
every day, as August is my busiest month at work.
------
Harry sat on the bed, his head in his hands. "What did I..."
"You didn't do anything wrong," said Draco, sitting next to his husband on the
bed and holding his hand.
"But... I let that boy..."
"No. If you're going to blame someone, blame me," said Draco. "I knew what
Teddy wanted. I knew what he planned to do." Draco rubbed a thumb into Harry's
palm. "I knew if I let Ethan through that door what was likely to happen."
"He bruised... what if those marks were... did he hit our son?"
"Maybe. Certainly he was held down," said Draco. "Ethan was rough. I know he
doesn't talk to you about it, Harry, but this... Ethan taking and possessing
him like that. It's what our son has wanted. Don't you remember all those times
we pulled Ethan off of him and Teddy wailed. He loved being under Ethan. It was
his world for Ethan to be on top of him."
"Was I a bad father that I let..."
"Why bad? Ethan didn't do anything we haven't done."
"I don't leave you bruised!"
"We're a bit more circumspect about where we leave bruises. But it's not like
you've..." Draco shook his head. "You leave your share of bruises, my Harry. As
do I. With Teddy it will be more one-sided, but only because he wants it to
be."
"You trust Ethan? After what he did to those girls?"
"Ethan is not what he does in bed, Harry. He is a good and honorable
Hufflepuff. Defined by his capacity to be fair and love someone completely and
be a good and true friend. Like Noah. Have you ever seen anything other than
that in seven years of classes?"
"No."
"But you still want to judge him for what he does behind closed doors with his
mate?"
"He's my son."
"Our son, Harry," said Draco softly. "Our son. Who is asking for Ethan to do
this to him. Who trusts this boy with his soul. If we... Harry, if it comes
down to Ethan or us, we'll lose."
Harry turned away and found himself wrapped in arms holding him from behind,
resting on his chest. Lips kissed against his neck. "Teddy loves that boy."
"Stop it," said Harry, "I'm trying to be angry and you're... oh... oooh god.
Yes, like that..."
"You're sure," said Draco, his tongue teasing against Harry's ear. "I'm going
to want to hold you down..."
Harry shuddered.
"You want that?"
"Yeeeessss..." hissed Harry, his voice whispering in Parseltongue.
It was Draco's turn to shudder as the words of Parseltongue went straight to
his cock. "You sure?" he asked as his hands sought and found the buttons of
Harry's shirt and began slowly to undo them, one at a time.
"Hyasith sheth... siharath syara shasithisss," hissed Harry as Draco's hands
roamed against his chest.
Draco pulled Harry back onto the bed and rolled on top of him, straddling over
his still rather narrow waist. Harry's shirt was thrown open, revealing tanned
skin, a light covering of light brown hair just across the chest, and the hint
of a trail below the line of his trousers. His skin was tight and flat over his
stomach, though the ridged marks of stretching from the most recent childbirth
hadn't yet faded. Draco smiled down at him, seizing Harry's hands and holding
him down.
"Siharath syara..."
"You like this?" asked Draco, his voice sultry as he slid himself snake-like
against Harry's chest and licked at his neck from the dip over his sternum up
over his adam's apple and along the jaw line to his ear.
Harry wailed and his hissing grew frantic.
"You want more?" asked Draco, still holding Harry's hands down against the bed.
Harry gulped. "Dragon, my hyasith... Sheth siharath... sheth.... AIGH! Sheth
siharath!"
"You want want me to fuck you hard?" asked Draco. Years of listening to Harry's
ecstatic mutterings in the language had brought Draco a certain understanding.
Harry nodded.
"I want you to feel it," said Draco, running his hands down Harry's arms and
against his sides thrusting a still clothed pelvis hard against Harry's body.
Draco bit lightly into Harry's ear and hissed, "want to take you raw..."
It wasn't something they did often, fucking without lube. Spit and tongue and
hard flesh pressing inside so tight. It hurt and that had always excited Harry
a little. "We.... oh god. OH FUCK... Sheth... sheth siharath!"
"We have everything... I'll take care of you after," said Draco softly,
tickling a spot beneath Harry's ear with his tongue that he knew made Harry go
wild, "just let me... want to make you scream..."
Harry gulped as Draco yanked open Harry's trousers. The button flew and fabric
tore. "Gonna fuck you so hard, love," he said pulling the trousers down hard
and sucking marks against the soft flesh of Harry's inner thigh.
"Oooooh god... Draco!"
Draco pulled and yanked on the trousers, maneuvering them down Harry's body and
off and tossing them aside. Draco kissed and nibbled against Harry's thigh
again, leaving his cock alone, standing proud and thick and dripping pre-cum.
That he left untouched as he bit and sucked until the flesh of Harry's inner
thigh was marred by a flurry of deep blue-black marks.
"Draco... oh please! Please. Sheth siharath..."
Draco carefully undid his own trousers, standing to let them fall and stepping
out of them, before falling to his knees at the side of the bed.
"I'm going to make you scream now, Harry," he said very calmly. "I'm going to
make you wail and beg me to fuck you till you cum."
"Please..."
Draco dipped his tongue into Harry's hole and smiled as Harry started
screaming. He smiled as the screams became curses. His tongue darted into Harry
and tasted him, and Harry begged, and he begged some more, his desperate pleas
punctuated by cursing and parseltongue and wails as Draco's tongue filled him
with pleasure. And then his body tightened and he came.
"Wanted you to..."
"Oh, my Harry," said Draco calmly, standing to lean over Harry's body and kiss
him, his hands finding Harry's wrists and forcing him down, "I'm still going to
do that."
"So sensitive. Draco please, I can't, not... OH FUCKING MERLIN!!!"
Draco smiled as he tightened his grip on Harry's wrists, shifting his hand into
the position he normally avoided. "Is that good..."
"Didn't... you didn't prepare..."
"All that was preparing, my Harry," whispered Draco into his ear as he thrust
hard again into Harry, shoving Harry down with every thrust.
"Oh fuck... you're being... like it when you get like this..."
Draco pushed in again hard.
"Sheth sayara siharath... SHETH, sheth sayara, sisara siharath!"
Draco's hands moved against Harry's wrists, clutching and squeezing and
pressing him down as Draco pounded into him, kissing at Harry's chest and neck.
"Oh fuck... oh Merlin, Harry, you're so beautiful, still in your shirt, all
open and... oh fuck... ugh. Let me... oh god, oh Harry, HARRY!" And Draco came
and came, filling Harry up. Cum splashed against Draco's shirt as Harry began
to cum again. They collapsed together, sweaty and stained and hearts pounding.
Harry winced as Draco pulled out of him.
"I'm going to be..."
"I know, love. Just... just roll over and let me..."
"You'll..."
Lips pressed against Harry's buttocks as delicate fingers began to work
something that felt cool against the sharp burn. He was kissed there again.
"I'll always take care of you, my Harry."
Harry gasped as Draco's fingers fucked him with the cool salve. It was an
entirely different experience, being taken care of this way. Something they
hadn't done in a long time.
"Better?"
"Burn was good. This is..."
"It's what he needs, my Harry."
"I wanted to protect him," said Harry, his voice strangled.
Lips pressed against his buttocks, and then the small of his back, and then
hands reached for Harry's bruised wrists. "Did I hurt you?"
"Not more than I wan..."
Draco smiled.
Harry hesitated and then sighed. "He really wants it, doesn't he. Like this
but... but more."
Draco nodded.
Harry blinked back tears. "Alright. If it's what he needs."
Draco's lips met Harry's, and then they didn't talk with words any longer.
***** Chapter 12 *****
Disclaimer: All ATWT characters the property of P&G/Telenext. Harry Potter and
the characters associated with that universe belong to J. K. Rowling, Warner
Brothers, and Scholastic. No copyright infringement intended. No profit made
from this fiction.
Note that this is a side story based on the events of Promised, a fic written
for the Nuke Bigbang 2012 that combined a Nuke and a Drarry fic.
IMPORTANT: This story is a side story and is based on the events of my previous
story, Promised. This story takes place about ten years after the events
described in that story. Like the previous stories, it is an ATWT crossover.
A/N: I will post this story one chapter at a time. I probably will not post
every day, as August is my busiest month at work.
------
"You okay?" asked Ethan, rolling over onto Teddy.
Teddy smiled and kissed Ethan sweetly, opening his legs to let Ethan settle on
top of him. He wasn't surprised when Ethan's hands sought for his wrists,
holding him down. The tight feel of Ethan's hands grasping his wrists had him
hard again already.
"Fine," said Teddy, taking in the lust-filled eyes. When Ethan got like this
the green flecks in his iris faded, and his eyes got almost black. It was a
beautiful sight, and it was his now. "Perfect."
Ethan let himself down to rest heavily upon Teddy's chest, and the young man
winced. The bruises had finally settled to aching and the pressure was enough
to make them hurt. The heat of Ethan's chest was a glorious thing. The night
had left both of them covered with a sheen of sweat that was already settling
into a grime, mixed with their cum and other things. Teddy shuddered. He'd
never expected that. For Ethan to scent him that way.
"I wish I could just stay here and keep you for myself," Ethan admitted
quietly.
"We can't."
"I know, darlin'," he said, "but I can dream, can't I?" He paused a moment.
"Will Kreacher give you the...?"
Teddy nodded. "For this, yeah."
Ethan rubbed his fingers along the bruising on Teddy's wrist and the lithe
Slytherin bucked upwards into Ethan with a strangled moan. "I love this." Teddy
moaned and thrust up against the man holding him down. Ethan smirked and bit
gently into Teddy's shoulder. "Mine," he rasped against Teddy's neck. "Mine."
This time he accompanied the words with a fierce bite, and Teddy gasped.
Ethan kept his jaw clamped down tight on the bite, taking in Teddy's surrender,
his whimper, the pitiful desperate begging. Not for him to stop, but for him
to... Ethan was moving, hot sweaty dirty body against Teddy's equally grime
coated skin, and then he came, hot spunk squeezed between their bodies. He
released the bite and smiled when Teddy's whimper was not that he was finally
free, but despair that Ethan hadn't marked him deeper.
"You're really mine," said Ethan, his voice filled with a burgeoning happiness
that filled him completely.
Teddy moved breathless beneath him, hands still trapped at the wrist. It was as
though Teddy wanted Ethan pressed against all of him at once. And Ethan smiled.
They stayed like that for a while, Teddy rubbing against Ethan while Ethan
slowly, languidly marked him with bites and kisses and bruises.
It was Ethan who finally, reluctantly, looked away. "We have to get up, don't
we."
Teddy whimpered and rubbed his face into Ethan's neck.
"You want this? For us to be... I mean..."
"I'm the heir of three houses, Eth," said Teddy softly. "I can't shame my
parents that way."
Ethan made sure he had Teddy's mercurial eyes caught in his own before he
responded. "We won't. We'll... I'll do this right for you. I promise."
Teddy smiled and kissed him. "Off," he said. "I'll start Kreacher writing the--
"
"Where?"
"The Great Hall," said Teddy. "Today. Kreacher can martial the house elves into
making it a feast."
Ethan gulped. "You're sure?"
Teddy nodded. "It'll be fine."
"I need to go," said Ethan fiercely. "If we're doing this right, my... Someone
has to witness."
Teddy's eyes grew wide. "Can't your brother do it?"
Ethan shook his head. "You know your pop, he'd never accept that."
Teddy closed his eyes. "I wanted to shower."
"My scent..."
"Any wolf will still know what you... what I permitted you."
Ethan hesitated, but nodded. "Okay."
"Go on. I'll work with Kreacher on the invitations."
Ethan flashed him another smile and stood up, then looked about with dismay.
"Um. Clothes?"
Teddy smiled. "I should send you back like this."
"You wouldn't."
"Syeda!" said Teddy firmly. There was a pop and the house elf appeared,
blinking up at Teddy. "Could you get Ethan some clothes from his trunk?"
Syeda nodded, "Of course, young master."
She disappeared and reappeared moments later with a full change of clothes for
Ethan. She looked him up and down and wrinkled her nose, waving fingers to
strip the dirt and grime from Ethan's body. Then, with another quick wave,
Ethan was dressed.
Teddy whimpered.
"It's okay," said Ethan with a confident smile, "you'll see me without them
again soon enough."
Teddy nodded and sighed. "Doesn't feel soon enough though."
"Just yesterday, I was still convinced I was straight, remember."
Teddy glared at him, and Ethan quickly closed the distance, grabbing hold of
Teddy's hands and rubbing the soft bruised flesh of his wrists below the palm.
Teddy's breath hitched as he gasped out in desperate pleasure.
Ethan smiled. "I could make you come, just from this," he said, "couldn't I?"
Teddy sputtered as he gasped out, "Y-yes."
"Oh, my sweet darlin' little pack bitch. You are so mine." Ethan let go of
Teddy's wrists, letting the young man fall backward back onto the bed, and then
he strode quickly to the door. He opened it, and stepped through, turning to
look straight at Teddy. "I should have... I'm sorry I left you so alone for so
long, Ted."
"I'll never be alone again," said Teddy, looking very seriously at him, "that's
what's important."
Ethan stumbled over some muttered words as he stood at the door, paused there,
looking at Teddy with such want, then closed his eyes and blew Teddy a kiss
before striding away from the room.
Teddy sat on the bed and rocked backward. Ethan may have stumbled and the words
might have been mumbled, but Ted still had a wolf's senses. He'd heard them,
the same words that Ethan had said during the night as they'd made love.
"I love you too," said Teddy to the empty doorway, long after Ethan had gone.
He sighed, and stood, and finally dismissed Syeda and made his way into the
shower to clean himself.
In candle light the bruising hadn't seemed so bad, or perhaps it was just that
he didn't often think to look at himself to notice, but now, out of the shower
and standing before a full length mirror... Teddy had to stifle a gasp. Ethan
hadn't been kidding around when he'd marked Teddy. Even after several
applications of the magical healing cream, the bruising was extreme. Around his
heart was grotesque. He'd seen Noah, of course, and knew what to expect. Noah
was marked by a wolf, and his bruises and scars over his heart and neck were
deeper, more brutal, but Ethan had made up for that by marking and biting and
even tearing a little with his teeth, and to someone who didn't know how deep
Noah's scars went, the marks Ethan had made would seem every bit as drastic.
The marks at his neck were similarly dark, the purple and blue and yellowing
flesh sharp against his pale skin.
And Teddy realized something. He loved them. His marks. They were a gift from
his mate. He smiled, looking at the bruise under his eye that Ethan had missed
when he was working so carefully on all the others. That he'd missed because
Teddy had distracted him every time he'd tried to apply the cream there. Teddy
took a deep breath. Was it wrong for him to want people to know? That he
belonged? That he was owned?
A thrill filled him. He was owned. Fuck yes!
It was a weekend, so Teddy abandoned the usual school robes for green and black
leather pants, so tight that they revealed that the lithe Slytherin had an arse
to die for. The top was layered silk, open at the chest but not so much that
the bruises on his chest were visible. But the rather short sleeves did nothing
to cover the marks of Ethan's hands on his wrists any more than the rather deep
neckline did anything to hide bruising at his throat. Teddy hummed to himself
as he finished getting dressed, absorbed in the task until someone knocked at
the door.
"Come in," said Teddy pleasantly as he carefully studied himself in the mirror.
Harry entered the room calmly walking up behind Teddy and hugging the young man
gently from behind.
"Are you okay?"
Teddy turned and Harry winced at the sight of the bruise under Teddy's eye. He
stroked it gently. "He did this?"
Teddy's hand grasped for Harry's wrist and the older wizard hissed. Teddy's
eyes widened as he pulled at Harry's sleeve to reveal the slim but unmistakable
marks of bruises. "Dad?"
"Your pop," said Harry. "He was reminding me that this"--he grasped Teddy's
wrist--"is something we do too, in a less brutal way." Harry looked pointedly
at the bruise on Teddy's face. "You asked to keep it," Harry said, his voice
shaking, "didn't you?"
Teddy nodded and hugged his dad. "He marked me, Dad! He took me and owned me
and I... I *belong*!" he said the final word with such reverence that he shook
and a tear started in the corner of his eye.
Harry held his son close, trying not to shake. He'd worried for years that his
son would take and ravage some wayward Hufflepuff or one of the younger
Slytherins trying to make a move by offering himself to Teddy. It was only in
the last year that Teddy had opened up to Draco and told his pop that he was a
submissive. It had relieved and worried them at the same time.
"He makes me *belong*, Daddy. Like you and Pop always did. He's my..."
"I know, son," Harry said, choking out the words. "I know." He ran his hands
through the hair that had shifted to black while they held each other. It made
Harry smile. Teddy only let his hair fade to black when he was feeling close to
Harry. "You don't need Kreacher to steal the seal, son," said Harry.
Teddy stepped back, his face scrunched with worry. "But Dad, a feast of--"
"Your pop sent the invitations this morning. Great Hall. Dinner." He tousled
the young man's hair, smiling as Teddy frantically tried to get him to stop.
"Your Uncle Luke already floo-called. Noah has gone to get the Americans to
bring them here."
"You mean?"
"I promised you I'd always love and support you, son. I did it first for Remus,
who was like a father to me. And Tonks, who treated me like a brother. But you
invaded my heart, little one, and I love you. It's what you want?"
Teddy nodded.
Harry studied the bruise for a moment. "You have a safe word?"
"Yeah."
Harry cocked his head to look at Teddy's neck, his eyes intent. "He... he
choked you?"
Teddy blushed and nodded, he should have known his dad would be able to tell.
"When he finally claimed me. I... I wanted to keep the marks."
Harry shook his head. "People will have enough trouble with this," said Harry,
stroking the bruise on Teddy's cheek. "I hate to think... they would try to
take you away from him, Ted. If they saw that. In the name of your safety."
Teddy's closed his eyes. "You think I should...." his fingers moved to the
bruise.
"No. That's not... it's not what I mean." Harry set his hands on Teddy's
shoulders. "It makes you proud of your mate? This mark on your cheek?"
Teddy nodded eagerly. "Yeah."
"Then be proud of it, son. Don't let anyone else... people hated me, for being
with your pop. They hated him, and they... it wasn't easy, son. We got Howlers
for years after. We still do sometimes. But we were together. That was what
mattered."
"But Errak and Fred..."
"And Scorp. And Ankaa. And you, Ted. My family. They don't see that. But I did.
Just as you know what this mark means to you. That you belong. Don't let what
it means to others bother you."
"What about..."--he hesitated--"Dad? What does it mean to you?"
"It frightens me," said Harry honestly. "Ethan's a good Hufflepuff. I know
that. But you're my son. I was having a hard enough time with the fact that you
were going to be having sex at all. For it to be.... Let's just say I wasn't as
prepared as I'd hoped."
"He'll have to present me to the pack," said Teddy shyly. "You and pop, you
aren't wolf, they won't--"
"It's all arranged. Your Uncle Luke is talking to Ethan right now. And you...
you have to see your Uncle Neville."
"Why?"
"He's going to show you a memory. You could be challenged. You have to know
what that means."
Teddy nodded. He didn't, not really. He'd been too young to see the last
challenge, right after the twins were born. "Dad?"
"Yes, son?"
"You're really alright?"
Harry pulled the young man back into his arms. "I love you, son."
***** Chapter 13 *****
Disclaimer: All ATWT characters the property of P&G/Telenext. Harry Potter and
the characters associated with that universe belong to J. K. Rowling, Warner
Brothers, and Scholastic. No copyright infringement intended. No profit made
from this fiction.
Note that this is a side story based on the events of Promised, a fic written
for the Nuke Bigbang 2012 that combined a Nuke and a Drarry fic.
IMPORTANT: This story is a side story and is based on the events of my previous
story, Promised. This story takes place about ten years after the events
described in that story. Like the previous stories, it is an ATWT crossover.
A/N: I will post this story one chapter at a time. I probably will not post
every day, as August is my busiest month at work.
------
"Luke?" asked Ethan cautiously, glancing into the study under the divination
classroom.
Luke sat by the window, silent. Ethan slowly walked in and moved closer. Luke
rocked a small child gently against himself, his voice so quiet, a whisper, as
he sang soft words of a lullaby. Finally he picked up his wand and waved it,
then looked at Ethan. "It's okay, your nephew is asleep."
"I tried to find Noah..."
"You don't do things half-way, do you, sport?"
Ethan blushed.
"Don't be embarrassed. People always said the same thing about me."
"He... I spoke to Professor Malfoy and he let me in to see Teddy. I thought
we'd talk. Teddy had. I'm not sorry for what I did."
"You came to some conclusions?"
"Dad's going to freak, isn't he?"
"Not so bad. Mom's the one who will freak."
"Really? I thought--"
"Dad's suspected for a while," said Luke. "But apparently you confused him by
sleeping through half of the eligible young ladies in Oakdale over the summer."
"It was always off," said Ethan softly, sitting next to his brother. "It was
never quite right. I couldn't... I couldn't let go."
"And Teddy let you?"
Ethan blinked back a tear. "I saw the bruises this morning and I... I didn't
realize I'd been that brutal. I was terrified."
"Why?"
"It was beautiful, Luke. My marks. Mine. On my...." Ethan gulped.
"On your mate," Luke finished for him.
Ethan nodded. "But it scared me."
"You love him. It's supposed to scare you."
"Then why do I want to make more?"
"Because Teddy needs you to," said Luke softly. "Nothing makes us more
desperate than our mates needing that from us. Needing us to mark them. Needing
us to take them and own them."
"The things I..."
Luke smiled. "You scented him."
Ethan turned beet red. "How did you...?"
"You think I can't still smell that?" asked Luke. "It's. Don't be embarrassed,
Ethan. You would have had to mark him that way today in any case."
"W-what do you mean?"
"He's a wolf, Ethan. Tonight, under the moon, you will stand before the pack
and present your claim."
"But I'm not..."
"Never-the-less, you will do it," said Luke. "Name him as yours before the
pack. And the pack will judge your claim."
"You mean that someone could..."
Luke nodded. "They have that right. No one has claimed it in years, not
since...." Luke paused and looked seriously at Ethan. "You will have to be
strong. Dominant even over what you normally are. There must be no doubt before
the pack, that Teddy is yours, and that you love him. They have to see both."
Ethan gulped.
"Go. Shower," said Luke. "Get ready."
"What do I wear to present..."
Luke laughed. "Not for that," Luke said. "You have a feast. I assume that's why
you were looking for Noah. To see if he could finagle a portkey."
Ethan nodded glumly. "I know you could do it. Witness, I mean. You're my
godfather. But I wanted... you know how the Malfoys are. They'll..."
Luke tousled the man's hair. "Don't worry. Noah left to get them this morning
after I floo-called Draco. The invites are all sent out. Do you know what
you're going to say? You need to be ready."
Ethan screwed his eyes shut. "Dad will kill me."
"Again, I'd worry more about Mom."
Ethan looked out the window. "I can't believe I'm... It's a marriage, even if
that's not what it says."
Luke let himself smile. "Noah offered himself. During the feast. He offered
himself as the supplicant, when by the terms of the promise, I was supposed
to...."
"You gave claiming vows?"
Luke nodded.
"I... I want to..."
"Ours wasn't public like this, Ethan. People are already going to see the
marks. You're sure?"
Ethan nodded. "He's mine."
"Then make sure they know it," said Luke, standing carefully with the baby.
"When there's not a promise, you're expected to offer a token. Do you...."
Ethan shook his head.
"Then let's go."
"Where?" asked Ethan.
"To Diagon Alley. We have enough time."
"Can't..."
"The Foundation offices are on the alley, this Floo is connected. Let's go."
"But I don't have..."
"Your trust vault from Grandma Lucinda is available to you. You hit your
majority. It's...." Luke laughed. "Well, you'll see."
Luke called for Glinty and gently placed his son in the house elf's hands.
"We'll be back soon, Glinty," he said, "but both of us will be gone for most of
the evening."
The house elf nodded, and was cooing at the baby even as he disappeared with
her to the family quarters below.
The shopping was a long and involved process, not the least of which because
Ethan had never actually been to Gringotts on his own. Once his wand had been
examined and he'd presented the key that Luke gave him, they were taken down by
the rail cars into the depths, and Ethan gawked at the contents of the vault he
hadn't even known he had.
Shopping for the ring proved little easier, but after several stops, Teddy
found a Slytherin ring meant for a Slytherin head boy. Teddy was the first in
over three hundred years, and the ring, an elegant piece of jewelry in white
gold set with a beautiful emerald in a deep green not seen in most modern
jewelry, was perfect for him. Ethan spoke quietly to the jeweler, negotiating
and watching him color as Ethan dictated what he wanted inscribed. But the
jeweler nodded and promised it would be done within the hour.
Luke and Ethan ate quietly as Fortescue's. When they were done, Luke smiled at
him. "That ring looked beautiful."
Ethan just beamed. "It's perfect."
"For my sweet darlin', for my pack bitch?"
Ethan blushed. "You heard?" Ethan shook his head at Luke's glare. "Sorry, wolf
hearing, of course you heard." Ethan sighed. "No one will look for an
inscription, will they? They'll be busy looking at the stone."
Luke grunted. Ethan was probably right about that, especially with that ring.
"He'll love it just so long as no one else knows what it says. Have you decided
what to say? During the feast?"
Ethan nodded. "I'll talk it over with Teddy when I get back. I know what I want
but... this is his family."
"It's your feast. Do not regret. I almost didn't have one. Noah arranged it.
Brought Emma to the castle. Snuck her in under an invisibility cloak. I will
never forget it. I was so in love with him that day, and it never stopped. You
can have that, if you let yourself. If you think about you, and about Teddy,
and not about what everyone else expects."
"You really think he'll like the ring?"
Luke smiled. "I do."
"I'm scared, Luke. I love him but this is... I mean,"--Ethan's usually
confident voice was anything but--"I know this is how purebloods do it, but I'm
seventeen. Even they don't usually--"
"You claimed a mate, Ethan. How young you are, that doesn't matter," Luke said,
making sure to meet Ethan's eyes. "He is yours. You must never let the world
doubt that for an instant. Especially tonight."
"His dads will hate me."
"But he will love you. And you'll have him. It's been a long time since someone
tried to claim another's mate. But you are a human wizard. And many wolves see
that as weak. That's why they tried to take Neville from Viktor. He was the
pack leader, even then. He could have denied Sasha. But it is our law. If he
would not deny even a challenge against his own mating... Ethan. Show them he
is yours. They must see it."
"What happened to Sasha?" asked Ethan softly.
"No one realizes just how dangerous Nev can be," Luke said, and he would say
nothing more.
They headed back to the jewelry store to find the ring ready and in a box.
Ethan picked it up and looked at Luke.
"It's time," said Luke to his brother. "By now Noah will be back with Mom and
Dad, and you need to get ready."
Ethan opened the box and looked at the inscription. "He'll love it," he
muttered uncertainly.
Luke pulled the young man into him. "Of course he will."
***** Chapter 14 *****
Disclaimer: All ATWT characters the property of P&G/Telenext. Harry Potter and
the characters associated with that universe belong to J. K. Rowling, Warner
Brothers, and Scholastic. No copyright infringement intended. No profit made
from this fiction.
Note that this is a side story based on the events of Promised, a fic written
for the Nuke Bigbang 2012 that combined a Nuke and a Drarry fic.
IMPORTANT: This story is a side story and is based on the events of my previous
story, Promised. This story takes place about ten years after the events
described in that story. Like the previous stories, it is an ATWT crossover.
A/N: I will post this story one chapter at a time. I probably will not post
every day, as August is my busiest month at work.
------
Teddy Lupin was still shaken when he reached the Great Hall for dinner. Neville
had met with him and shown him the memory of his own presentation to the pack.
Of a wolf named Sasha trying to steal Viktor's claim. Of Teddy's dear sweet
Uncle Neville using his quiet power to rip the man's limbs apart.
Neville had looked at him after. "I did not show you this to disgust you," he
had said, very seriously. "Nor even to scare you. I showed it to you so you
would be ready. You must be ready to do anything necessary to defend your
mate's claim on you. Do not hesitate. If someone challenges... Teddy, I know
your pop has taught you how. Destroy them. Destroy them utterly, or you will
lose your mate forever."
He tried to shove the gruesome images aside. He'd managed to avoid most of the
other students so far, a combination of using mostly staff only passages and
whispered glamours to make others look aside. Now he was entering the Great
Hall. He didn't need to guess to know his mate was inside. Nothing had been
served yet, but the inside was still noisy with students getting themselves
seated.
He opened the doors and walked in. Students didn't notice right away. They were
still milling about and getting to their seats. Teddy had hidden his marks.
He'd wait to reveal those when he stood to... dear God, he was getting....
Teddy took a long, deep breath and walked to where Ethan was seated at the
Hufflepuff table, taking a seat directly across from him.
Ethan looked at Teddy's wrists and neck and frowned. "Ted?"
Teddy shook his head. "When we're ready, otherwise we'll have too many
interruptions," said Teddy, his eyes going to the staff table.
Ethan nodded. "Alright. I just. I don't like seeing you without..."
Teddy beamed at him. "Don't worry," said Teddy, "after tonight, I'll never have
to hide them again."
Ethan shuddered and closed his eyes. "I want that," he said softly. He knew
only Teddy and the other wolves in the hall could hear him. He was poignantly
aware of young Nikolai sitting at the far end of the table looking at both of
them curiously.
There was some grumbling about Teddy sitting at Hufflepuff, from Slytherins
that tried to convince him to relocate back to his usual spot at their table,
to Hufflepuffs who got rebuffed by a terse clipped comment from Teddy that they
should mind their own business. When the doors finally closed the students
waited for the usual announcements from the headmistress, but there were none.
Instead she waited patiently, looking at the Hufflepuff table.
Ethan stood up and looked at the head mistress. "Professor, if I might have
leave to say something?"
Professor McGonagall nodded, her lips pressed together in a firm and
disapproving glare.
Ethan gulped. He wasn't surprised. Teddy's glamour was good, but the professors
could no doubt all see through it. "Thank you, Professor."
Then with two quick steps he was standing on the table. He glanced down at
Teddy, who stood and stepped up onto the bench and then onto the table across
from Ethan. Mutters and whispered conversations quickly filled the room, and
then there were gasps as Teddy's glamours fell.
At the head table, Lucius Malfoy retained his seat only by the quick reflexes
of his son, as his face took in the marks on his heir. Holden and Lily Snyder
both gasped openly, Holden's whispered concerns too audible through the hall as
he hissed his shock to the son that sat with him at the table. Minerva's gaze
was still one of stern disapproval, tempered by a quick glance to Harry and
Neville, both of whom were calm and looking at Teddy with the eyes that
conveyed only caring and trust.
Teddy stood tall, making no effort to conceal the marks any longer. Instead he
smiled as Ethan's hand brushed the mark at his cheek with the backs of his
fingers. That move was not lost on anyone, and several of the girls in the room
just looked in slack jawed surprise at the pair. Teddy squared his shoulders
and looked directly into Ethan's eyes.
"I am Ted Remus Lupin, by the grace and choice of my godfather, free to
choose."
There was a roar from the students, quickly quelled by a glare from McGonagall.
"I promise myself to thee, Ethan Walsh Snyder." He spoke the words with the
same casual confidence that he had ruled the Slytherin dorms. His wand spun
easily in his hands as he sliced his palms open and held them up, waiting.
Ethan sliced the air with his wand, his own palms dripping blood as the magic
opened them, and then he was gripping Teddy's hands with his own, so they were
pressed palm to palm, their fingers laced together. "As you are promised, so do
I lay my claim upon you," said Ethan. "You are mine, Teddy Lupin. By blood I
bind you to me. Mine." Ethan pressed against Teddy's palms, forcing Teddy to
his knees. "Do you yield to me as mine in fulfillment of your promise?"
"Yes, my Ethan, I submit to thee."
"Submit, then, sweet darlin'"
Teddy looked up at him and smiled. "I promise to thee my body."
"I have seen it, and tasted it, and used it. Your body and your flesh are
marked, and you are mine." Ethan looked into Teddy's eyes. "Submit to me
darlin'."
"I promise to thee my soul."
"I have taken it, and possessed it, and owned it. Your soul is in my care. You
are mine." Ethan trembled with feeling. "Speak, my darlin', submit to me."
"I promise to thee my heart."
The low rumble that Ethan let out was almost a growl. "I have tasted your kiss,
wrapped you in my embrace, suckled upon your love. I claim them for myself
forever. You are mine."
"I surrender all I am to thee. I am marked by you. I am claimed by you. I am
mated, and bred, and seeded. I am yours, my mate, claimed and bound to you
forever."
The whispered rumbles in the hall grew louder.
"I have witnessed your submission, my darlin'," said Ethan. "I have tasted of
your body. I have held your soul inside me. I have warmed myself in the glow of
your love. Will you bear my marks willingly, and submit to being mine?"
"Every mark you make upon me, I cherish, love. When you strike me, I beg for
it. When you hold me down, I am in ecstasy. When you taste blood at my neck, I
know only that my body is yours. When you rip the flesh over my heart open, I
know you keep my soul safe. These marks, my love, I bear them willingly, and
they are yours, as I am yours, forever. I am claimed by you, my love, and I
submit to you. I am owned."
The students looked at Teddy in shock, as Ethan let their hands fall apart,
healed by the ritual binding. "As I take from you what you give, darlin', I
give also to you. Your body is mine, but it is my sole ecstasy. Your soul is
mine, but I live only to protect it. Your heart, within it I am complete, and
it will be sheltered and kept close to me forever. I claim you, Ted Remus
Lupin, and you are mine, but to be mine means owning me in turn. For without
these things I've claimed from you, I am nothing. You are my first duty, and I
surrender to that duty forever."
"Then let us be bound together," said Teddy, his voice echoing over the frantic
whispers in the hall. He pulled from his pocket a ring of black metal adorned
with a brilliant yellow stone. "I ask that you accept this token of my
promise."
Ethan nodded and Teddy placed the ring upon his finger.
"And will you, Teddy, will you wear my token as a further mark, to know that
you are solely mine, claimed to be my mate?"
Teddy nodded and then gasped as Ethan pulled out a ring of white gold. It was a
Slytherin Ring, the markings beautiful and deep enough not to wear quickly. The
stone was exquisite, an emerald of brilliant deep green. Teddy could see that
it was engraved, but he dare not take the time now to read the markings.
Instead he held out his hand and offered it so that Ethan could place the ring
upon it.
"We are bound, sweet darlin'," said Ethan as he slid the ring on Teddy's right
pinky, where a promise token was traditionally placed, "we are one. We are
family. We are pack."
At the faculty table, Lily Snyder stood. "Ethan, this binding is your wish?"
"It is."
Holden's voice rang out. "I am proud of you, son, for realizing what I've known
since you were a boy. Both of you, together. It is right. I stand witness, son,
for the Snyder family."
Draco stood. "Ted Remus Lupin Potter Malfoy Black," he said, his voice echoing
with power as he spoke. Harry stood with him, the students looking on in shock.
Though it was widely known that Draco had accepted a child of Harry's during
their marriage ceremony, only a few had known who that child was. Harry's
influence had kept the name out of the papers "This binding, this claim to
which you yield. It is your wish?"
Teddy looked to his pop, still on his knees in front of his mate. "Yes, Poppy,
it is all I wish in the world, to be his."
Harry spoke then. "As head of the Potter Line, I bear witness."
"As head of the Black Line, I bear witness," said Draco, remembering fondly the
night that Harry had yielded the title of head of family for the Black line to
him.
Lucius Malfoy stood, uncertainly. "As head of the Malfoy Line, I accept the
wishes of my heir. Teddy Lupin, I bear witness in our family's name."
Andromeda Tonks stood. "Your father and mother would be proud, Teddy. In their
names I bear witness for the Lupin line. Submit Teddy. Your father would demand
it, and so I must."
Teddy gulped and offered his neck in submission. Eyes were wide as Ethan
dropped to his knees and calmly sank his teeth into Teddy's shoulder. Teddy did
not scream. The only sound he made was a low moan as Ethan's hands found his
wrists and squeezed and Teddy's body spoke the passion it felt for his mate.
***** Chapter 15 *****
Disclaimer: All ATWT characters the property of P&G/Telenext. Harry Potter and
the characters associated with that universe belong to J. K. Rowling, Warner
Brothers, and Scholastic. No copyright infringement intended. No profit made
from this fiction.
Note that this is a side story based on the events of Promised, a fic written
for the Nuke Bigbang 2012 that combined a Nuke and a Drarry fic.
IMPORTANT: This story is a side story and is based on the events of my previous
story, Promised. This story takes place about ten years after the events
described in that story. Like the previous stories, it is an ATWT crossover.
A/N: I will post this story one chapter at a time. I probably will not post
every day, as August is my busiest month at work.
------
Teddy trembled for a while in Ethan's arms, standing on the table. And then
they were being lifted, and levitated carefully into the corner and the feast
was served. The students didn't stop turning and whispering about them, but
they did start to eat. Teddy wasn't hungry. He was wrapped in the arms of his
mate, his intended. Just as with a promise, the feast, when it happened, was
considered a marriage in its own right, which meant that he and Ethan were....
Teddy gulped and took comfort from the soft rhythmic breathing against his hair
and from the arms that held him. He was aware that the families had left the
faculty table to come to them in the corner, but he was not stopping this
moment for the world. Instead he slid his arms down Ethan's torso to take hold
of Ethan's waist and pulled him closer.
The thump of a cane and a rather imperious clearing of the throat drew him from
his reverie. He looked up at Ethan's face, and the tears there, they told him
everything he needed to know. He kissed Ethan sweetly, then drew himself away
to face the source of the interruption. "Grandfather."
"You will, I trust introduce--"
"Lord Malfoy," said Ethan, extending his hand, "I'm Ethan Snyder."
"Walsh?" asked Lucius.
"I'm the second son in that line, yes. My brother Luciano is the eldest blood
heir."
The Malfoy lord looked askance at Luciano. "Your brother?"
"Half-brother," said Luciano. "But he is family. We were raised, both of us, by
parents living in the Muggle world."
Lucius sneered, but Lily appeared then and gave him a gaze that could freeze
fire. "You have something to say about how I raised my children?" she asked.
At that they were surrounded by pleasantries, and Lucius suavely kissing Lily's
hand and apologizing in the least contrite way possible without sounding
entirely insincere. The bickering quickly became light-hearted, but only, Teddy
noticed, because Lily and Narcissa worked carefully, both of them, to disarm
Lucius' barbed commentary.
By the time Teddy and Ethan managed to withdraw, it had already grown dark.
They stood for a while in the covered walkways that opened onto the courtyards.
The snow hadn't started yet, but it was cold, and Teddy's revealing outfit was
not warm. Ethan sat with him on the benches and held him as he shivered.
"We could go back inside."
Teddy shook his head. "They're still warring. I'm sorry, I'd hoped your parents
would--"
"Approve?" came a heavy voice from behind them.
Teddy glanced up to see Holden Snyder hovering over Ethan's shoulder. Teddy
nodded. "Yeah."
"I do. I won't say it doesn't throw me. I'd looked forward to something more
normal for a courtship and after this summer...." Holden looked away.
"You didn't say anything wrong, Dad," said Ethan, petting at Teddy's hair as he
spoke. "Ted knows I was..."
"You were a pig," came a rather lighter voice as Luke stepped up beside their
dad.
"Yeah," said Ethan sullenly. "Sorry about that."
Holden cleared his throat. "What I was trying to say, before I was
interrupted"--he shot Luciano a playful glare--"is that I do approve. I've
watched... for years, I watched the two of you. How Ethan always wanted to be
on top of you, and how you screamed, Teddy, whenever we pulled him off. With
how you were affectionate to each other without thinking about it. I'd been
wondering for years when Ethan was finally going to come to me in tears after
sleeping with you, scared half to death."
"I went to Luke," said Ethan quietly. "I went to Luke and he..."
Luke smiled and stepped forward to tousle the young man's hair. "That's what
are big brothers are for."
"How's Mom?" asked Ethan. His voice quavered a bit as he said it.
"She loves you Ethan. And you know she loves Teddy. But she... she always
struggled with Luke being a wolf, and seeing you.... What you did to Teddy,
it's scary to watch."
Teddy looked up at Holden. "He's my mate, sir. He's..."
"He's family," said Lily, stepping out of the shadows. She nodded to Teddy, who
was still wrapped in Ethan's arms. "And so are you." She leaned down to kiss
Teddy on the cheek. "Welcome to the family, Teddy."
"So do you have a honeymoon suite or something?" asked Holden.
Lily gave him a sharp look as Teddy looked frightened and Ethan concerned.
"What? What did I...." Holden looked over to Luke who shook his head.
"Holden they--" started Lily.
"Is needing to be presenting before pack," said a honeyed voice, deep, from the
courtyard. Viktor Krum stepped up into the covered passage and gave Teddy a
look. "Is prepared?"
Teddy nodded.
"You have some time, Ted, if you want to wait," said Neville quietly from
behind Viktor.
Teddy shook his head.
"Wait, what does it mean to present to the pack?" asked Holden.
"Like at my wedding," said Luke, "except...."
"Except they can challenge him," said Harry softly, standing with Draco. "And
with our name... It would give them claim to the fortunes of three houses.
Never mind that it would shatter Teddy to lose his mate and be whored as a
plaything to someone else."
"That won't happen," growled Ethan.
"Would you stop it, Vitya?" asked Harry, looking at Viktor seriously. "If
they..."
"Is knowing that is not how pack works," said Viktor. "Would be breaking heart
of humble Vitya to be witnessing pack doing this. But is not place of Vitya, or
of parents to stop it." He set a hand on Ethan's shoulder. "Is being time, you
must be making mate ready. Be not forgetting things Lyushenka was saying to
you."
Ethan nodded. "I... I remember."
"Be going. Will meet you in divination tower in half hour."
"That's not a lot of..."
"Be hurrying. Pack, already it is gathering. Many is seeing not in long time."
Ethan stood and pulled Teddy to him. "I... I have to go."
Luke nodded to him. "I'll explain, go."
And Ethan fled dragging Teddy behind him.
"What was that about?" asked Lily.
Noah appeared then, quietly, next to Luke and leaned in close. "He'll be fine,"
said Noah.
Neville shook his head. "No one has challenged since I... since..."
"Is not fault of Nevya that foolish wolf was challenging my mate," said Viktor.
"Be not feeling guilty. Was of his own making, his fate."
"He killed himself, Vitya!"
Viktor closed his eyes. "And for pack was loss. But not so great a loss as
would have been if Sasha was stealing claim of Vitya. Forcing you to be his.
Would not have been bearing it. Would be Vitya instead. Is knowing this."
"Please," said Holden. "What's going on?"
"Is tradition to be presenting claim before pack. Is right of any wolf to
challenge claim. Claimed must be meeting of challenge."
"No one can interfere," said Luke.
"Nyet. Is not being true. If claim is strong, then mate can intervene to
protect what is his."
Luke looked wide-eyed at Viktor. "That's what you meant when you...."
Viktor nodded. "Ethan will protect the myedvyedchik, if it is becoming
necessary."
"But he's a Hufflepuff," said Lily. "What can he...."
Noah laughed. "I was a Hufflepuff."
Lily's mouth fixed in a tight line. "Can you promise me he'll be safe?"
Luke shook his head. "If he needs to, Mom, Ethan will defend his mate. He has
to. But if he has to, it will be because he would lose his mate if he doesn't,
and, Mom, he would never forgive himself."
"I want to... can we go?"
Viktor shook his head. "Is only pack being allowed. Has been making allowances
for Draco and Harry. Have been fighting long time to ensure safety of wolf
blood, both of them. And as parents to Teddy, they are given right. But parents
of human wizard that is being made pack? I cannot do this. Already pack is
unhappy, and would be greater, even, to be allowing of others. Would endanger
them more."
Lily glared at him. "Ethan is my son!"
"And he's not wolf, Mom," said Luke. "The pack remembers you. They remember the
things you said at my wedding. They won't want you there. Don't endanger Ethan
more by forcing this."
"My son is in danger!"
"Teddy will defend his claim," said Neville quietly. "He knows what's at stake.
If we do nothing to provoke it, we can hope his submission to Ethan goes
unchallenged."
Harry looked at Draco, panic in his eyes.
"Shh," said Draco, kissing him lightly on the forehead. "We have trained him,
Harry, and Luke, and Neville. All of us, against anything that might happen."
***** Chapter 16 *****
Disclaimer: All ATWT characters the property of P&G/Telenext. Harry Potter and
the characters associated with that universe belong to J. K. Rowling, Warner
Brothers, and Scholastic. No copyright infringement intended. No profit made
from this fiction.
Note that this is a side story based on the events of Promised, a fic written
for the Nuke Bigbang 2012 that combined a Nuke and a Drarry fic.
IMPORTANT: This story is a side story and is based on the events of my previous
story, Promised. This story takes place about ten years after the events
described in that story. Like the previous stories, it is an ATWT crossover.
A/N: I will post this story one chapter at a time. I probably will not post
every day, as August is my busiest month at work.
------
"Is being Durmstrang!" shouted Viktor to the crowded arena. "Is being pack!"
There was a roar and a cascade of howls as the assembled pack responded.
"Is wizard here tonight, wishing to be--"
"I smell human blood," said Anastasia, standing. "Who have you brought among
us, Vitya."
"Is to be trying to explain," said Viktor.
"Explain this first, Vitya. Human blood? Here, in our place. Is one of our pack
to be claiming a human mate again?"
Viktor snarled. "Be to ceasing such insults! Human mates have been proving
worth many times! Making pack strong again. Would you insult my Nevya!"
"I smell them. The blond one stinks of high society, of..."
Draco let his hood fall and there was a hiss from the crowd as he was
recognized.
"Vitya! That one's father worked with Greyback!"
"Silence!" Viktor's voice was a roar. "Is knowing this one well. He is mated in
the way that purebloods mate to Harry Potter. Would you fault Harry, who is
being for many years tireless advocate for well being of all who carry wolf
blood?"
"That does not explain why this one is here," snapped Anastasia.
Another hooded figure moved up and grasped Draco's hand, pulling back his hood
as he did so. This one's face was known, and even the wolves gave him respect.
Murmurs of "Harry Potter" rumbled through the arena in waves.
"May I speak, Vitya?" asked Harry.
Viktor nodded. "The pack is to be recognizing Harry Potter."
Harry nodded an acknowledgement to Viktor and then stepped forward and his
voice was one of confidence. "I am not here as a human, or an envoy, and
neither is Draco," he said. "Tonight, we are here as the parents of your pack
mate."
Anastasia glared at Viktor. "Teddy?"
"The myedvyedchik, he is offering submission to mate."
The arena quieted.
"He is claimed?" asked Anastasia.
"Is for pack to decide."
Anastasia took a deep breath. "I stand ready to defend, pack leader. Remus
saved many lives."
That was noticed. Notoriously a voice of dissent, if a more moderate one than
Sasha had ever been, Anastasia backed down.
Luke and Noah walked into the arena on either side of a cloaked figure who was
walked into the center of the arena. They both set a hand on his shoulder,
squeezed and then stepped away. A careful observer would note that they'd
stepped away in a formation so that each of them, Luke, Noah, Neville, and
Viktor, were placed evenly around the edge of the arena. Harry noticed and
closed his eyes, his hand squeezing Draco's for support.
"Teddy Lupin. Who is to be presenting of myedvyedchik to pack."
Teddy stood tall. "My mate, pack leader."
"Is to be standing forward then, this mate, who would claim a wolf of our
blood."
Ethan stepped forward and the arena rumbled.
"Another human!" came a shout that was snarled as much as spoken. And it was
echoed by many.
Viktor glared at the crowd. "Silence!" he shouted. "Is right of the
myedvyedchik to be presented by his mate."
The crowd grumbled, but quieted.
Viktor looked at Ethan with sympathy. "Is to be presenting of claim," said
Viktor tersely. "It is being time."
"Submit, sweet darlin'" said Ethan.
Teddy dropped the heavy cloak to the ground, revealing a naked body, and marks
that still glistened with fresh blood at both the heart and neck. The bruise
that marked his face was blossoming with fresh black, and the marks of Ethan's
hands were stark on both his waist and across his chest. Teddy fell to his
knees and leaned with a whimper against Ethan's leg.
"This is my mate, Teddy Lupin." Ethan's eyes looked up, defiant. "He is mine."
There was a rumbling from the crowd as they took in the marks.
"Let him complete the rite, then" said Anastasia. "If he is to be claimed, he
must speak the words himself."
"I would not shame the pack by making a false offering," said Ethan, his hands
running through Teddy's platinum blond hair. "Ted, darlin'. Before your pack
and family, do you consent to be bound, you and your children to my blood, to
me, forever."
"I do."
Ethan did not look at his mate, his eyes still roaming defiantly across the
arena. "My Teddy, do you submit to my claim on your body, and on your soul, and
on your heart?"
"I do."
"And do you understand that your submission, that it means that you are owned,
owned by me. That I will mark you to show that your body and your soul are
mine.
"I do."
"And do you submit to me, to your mate, to my claim, to my body, to bear heirs
for the pack and our family line?"
"I do."
Teddy was desperately grasping at Ethan as he spoke, and Ethan's hand grabbed
hold of Teddy's wrist and stroked the stark bruises there.
"Oh God! Oh fuck, Ethan, yours, I'm fucking yours, oh fuck, oh... oooh!"
screamed Teddy, his voice hoarse with want and pleasure.
"Stop!" cried out one of the young men, tearing off his shirt as he strode
toward the two young wizards.
Teddy growled, shifting from his place pressed against Ethan's leg to crouch
loosely on all fours, a growl rumbling from his throat.
Ethan looked at the young man, perhaps in his twenties. "You would challenge my
claim?"
"You were foolish to bring him. The heir to the Malfoy gold? He'll be mine you
puny wizard. It is my right. To challenge. He'll be mine and I'll take him to
breed as my own pack bitch--"
Teddy growled loudly this time, and was covered at once in white fur as he
tried to leap forward, to be stayed by the firm grasp of Ethan's hand. Teddy's
eyes looked up at Ethan who shook his head once, and Teddy collapsed at his
feet, whimpering.
"I give you this chance," said Ethan. "If you step aside now--"
"Back. My challenge is--"
Teddy stood. "I am Ethan's. Since I was a boy. He teased and mounted me, but
never touched me. Now I am owned. You cannot--"
The young wolf stepped forward and tried to grab Teddy, only to be staggered
back by a tangible presence, the force of it pushing those in the stands back
into their seats.
"Your claim is strong," said the wolf. "But I will have him as mine. I claim my
right! Withdraw!" He spat at Ethan's feet, and Ethan's eyes narrowed.
Ethan looked down at Teddy and cocked a finger, bidding Teddy to stand close.
And Teddy moved until they were pressed close together. Ethan stroked the
bruise on Teddy's cheek, and Teddy's body trembled. Ethan slowly and
deliberately licked a path along that cheek to Teddy's ear and then whispered
something to him that even wolves could not hear, not in the arena, not with
the rumbled discontent of those who were unsure of the young wolf and his
motivation.
Ethan looked at Viktor and nodded, and then stepped back to stand beside his
brother.
Viktor looked at the young wolf. "Pavel, is asking as pack leader. Do not do
this thing. Anyone can be seeing, this is good claim, of strong family. Is
being good for pack, this mating."
"Would you break our laws. Of course you--"
"Be quiet Pavel," interrupted Anastasia. "There are those of us who remember
another mating in this arena. The last challenge. You would do well to remember
it."
"Would you deny me too?" asked Pavel. "I am claiming a right! I challenge."
Anastasia looked at Viktor, and then at Neville, as though in hopes of a
reprieve, then she looked, finally, back at Pavel. "This one was the son of
Remus Lupin. His father fought to protect those of us who would escape
Greyback's rule. Pavel..."
"I challenged!" shouted Pavel in desperation. "It is my right!"
Viktor looked at Neville, whose face was set, and Harry, whose eyes had screwed
themselves shut. He took a deep breath. "Is not denying right of wolf to
challenge," he said quietly. "Long ago, when safety of myedvyedchik was often
in doubt, our Lyushenka, he offered to Harry protection for the child. For our
pack mate, Teddy Lupin. And as pack leader, Vitya was supporting this,
promising to Harry that with us, Teddy would always be protected. Is making
liar out of Vitya now."
"I--"
"You are challenging Teddy because if you beat him he becomes yours. And with
him the fortune of three great families. You do it for money," said Luke. "It
is a good mating. A good claim."
Pavel turned and bared his teeth at Luke, who turned his back on Pavel. Pavel
roared as Noah also turned his back, and Viktor, and Anastasia, followed by
almost the entirety of the leadership of the pack. Neville remained focused,
looking straight at Teddy, and he nodded once, and turned his back also.
Quietly, so soft it could barely be heard, Viktor spoke. "The claim is
challenged."
Teddy's wand spun and words tumbled from his mouth, sending his challenger
stumbling back. Pavel pulled himself to his feet and glared at Teddy, slicing
the air with his wand and responding with a curse of his own.
Draco's hands were white knuckled against Harry's, both squeezing to the point
of pain as they watched their son torn by curses. Ethan's gaze was haunted as
he watched, but he stood, still as a statue, as Teddy ducked under curses and
let fly his own.
Teddy did not falter. Pavel was bleeding from slicing curses he'd failed to
block, and while Teddy had been knocked from his feet, he'd managed to dodge or
shield himself from the most dangerous curses that Pavel had thrown at him.
Teddy himself had been vicious, straying liberally into dark curses that Luke
and Draco had taught him. But just when it looked like Teddy might finally have
the upper hand, Pavel threw a small vial at him, which hit his chest. Teddy
stumbled and shook, then collapsed on the ground.
And then Pavel was snapping his fingers, and he was joined on the field by two
others, who conjured between them a warding bubble that cast those on the floor
of the arena back. Pavel laughed. "You see, little myedvyedchik," he said as
Teddy was seized by two burly wolves, "you'll be--"
"Is shaming pack," shouted Viktor, his nose catching the scent immediately. As
had Luke, whose eyes had grown huge as he got to his feet and rushed to the
edge of the ward, testing it.
"You acknowledged the challenge. All I have to do to win is to take him..."
Teddy was screaming as his body wrought changes in him, and Pavel laughed.
"He'll beg me for it," said the wolf, his hands going for his belt.
Ethan looked at Viktor who was hopelessly trying to collapse the wards. Noah
had stepped forward also, working frantically as the wolf inside the wards
calmly inspected a writhing Teddy, held face down to the ground, and slowly
undressed himself as though he had all the time in the world.
"What's wrong with him?" asked Ethan desperately.
Luke's words were a hiss, "They triggered his heat."
"They're going to...? NO!" Then Ethan's wand was moving in a complicated
gesture and the boy was running through the barrier as though it were not
there. But he was not a boy, or a man, his flesh shifting as he ran into the
form of a wolf as the ward gave way and admitted him. Ethan leaped in a smooth
movement over Pavel and stood, massive and angry, his hackles raised over the
desperately writhing body of his mate. He howled and the two who had held Teddy
down took one look at the wolf standing over his mate and backed away.
Pavel screamed in fury, shifting himself and leaping at Ethan. The two wolves
went down in a ball of flailing legs as they fought, snapping and biting and
tearing at each other. Then there was a hard snap, and a yelp and a sickening
crack as Ethan seized Pavel by the neck and whipped him around with such force
his neck snapped. He hung limply in Ethan's jaw as the boy growled and dropped
him. Ethan howled loudly in victory, and then loped over to his mate, licking
Teddy across the face.
Teddy whimpered as Ethan lightly nipped the marks at his neck.
"Eth... oh, God, Eth... soooo... I need..." Teddy moved desperately to clutch
Ethan, to press himself against Ethan's fur.
Ethan nuzzled his snout against Teddy's neck, nipping at him until he rolled
over onto his knees. And then his teeth sank into Teddy's shoulder and Teddy
realized what the wolf wanted. "Eth, I..."
The teeth sank deeper and Teddy whimpered in submission, his body shifting into
a pale white wolf. And then Ethan was inside him, and he knew nothing but the
howl of ecstasy as his mate took him, and made good his claim.
***** Chapter 17 *****
Disclaimer: All ATWT characters the property of P&G/Telenext. Harry Potter and
the characters associated with that universe belong to J. K. Rowling, Warner
Brothers, and Scholastic. No copyright infringement intended. No profit made
from this fiction.
Note that this is a side story based on the events of Promised, a fic written
for the Nuke Bigbang 2012 that combined a Nuke and a Drarry fic.
IMPORTANT: This story is a side story and is based on the events of my previous
story, Promised. This story takes place about ten years after the events
described in that story. Like the previous stories, it is an ATWT crossover.
A/N: I will post this story one chapter at a time. I probably will not post
every day, as August is my busiest month at work.
------
Luke's testing curses had no affect on the energy of the ward, it's power
absorbing everything he could throw at it.
Noah's face was a set mask as he sought out weaknesses in the warding matrix.
Harry was overcome with grief and anger as he realized the crime being
attempted on his son, and he sat collapsed even as Draco joined Luke in testing
against the wall.
Viktor's howl was one of fury and decision, and there was no pause as the pack
unleashed their power at the wards, but to no avail.
Pavel was the pack warder. His two accomplices the lesser warders. Their job
was to keep an outside pack outside, and they'd done their job well.
It was Neville whose attention was on the wolf that had effortlessly moved
through the ward to defend his mate. "Luke," he said quietly, blue eyes seizing
the attention of Luke's chocolate brown eyes. "Your mother."
Luke closed his eyes and nodded, seizing hold of Noah's robes. "Take me to
Hogwarts. We need Mom." Noah nodded immediately and the crack of thunder
sounded, rocking the arena as they disappeared.
There was a howl from within the circle, and Neville watched closely. Ethan
stood over his mate, and his anger was tangible. The two lesser warders had
moved away, but Pavel gave a furious roar of his own.
"Pavel!" shouted Viktor, "Is tainting challenge! Be doing this and to the ends
of the earth I will see that you are being hunted forever!"
But Pavel was tangled in a ball of fur and teeth and claws. Curses assaulted
the wards, and yet still they held. Then there was a sickening crack. Viktor
gasped at the sound and looked into the warded circle, seeking for Ethan. And
Ethan stood, victorious, dropping Pavel's torn body on the ground and ignoring
it as it shifted back into human form. Ethan the wolf loped over to Teddy and
licked his face.
"How is Ethan to be being wolf?" asked Viktor, watching as the Ethan-wolf
nipped at his mate to turn him over. And then Teddy was submitting,
transforming, presenting himself to his mate. Ethan's teeth sunk into pale
blond fur at Teddy's neck, and they were moving together.
Draco and Harry turned away, unable to watch. "He is safe?" asked Harry weakly.
Viktor nodded. "Other two is being shamed. They will not challenge a dominant
wolf after such a display."
"I..." Harry hesitated. "Tell him we love him. I just. He's my son. I... I
can't."
Viktor glanced at Neville and Neville nodded quickly, moving up to them. "Come
on, we should get back to the castle. I'll take you through the Floo."
Viktor turned back to the wards. "Why is wards not to be dropping!"
"Our warder was young," said Anastasia, "but he was skilled. I am more
interested in the mating of our new pack mate. In how he intervened. In how he
got through this," she said, gesturing to the wards, "and how he took our
shape. The boy doesn't have a drop of wolf in him."
There was a crack and then Noah was there with a woman. Several of the nearby
wolves growled.
Lily Snyder looked at Viktor. "Luke said I was needed."
Viktor grunted. "Is being less urgent, now, but still a difficulty. Your son,
he was walking through ward like is not being there, but pack together still is
being unable to collapse it."
Lily looked into the warded area. "Where... where is my son?"
Anastasia glared at Lily. "You are fortunate you breed good young," said
Anastasia, nodding into the circle. "Your son is taking his mate. The challenge
was...."
Lily stumbled as she realized. "He's..."
"Is taking of mate. Our myedvyedchik, he is being in his heat. Is under any
circumstances great joy to be having of mate in heat. To be sharing that
together," said Viktor.
"But he's a... my son isn't a..."
There was a flare of green from the Floo.
Lily continued, "You can't be telling me that..."
"Mrs. Snyder. If you could, please. Ward is being most important...."
"You're saying my son is a wolf?"
"No, Mom," said Luke, stepping forward from where he stood near the Floo. "He's
an Animagus. He was.... Minerva had tutored him privately. It was supposed to
be a surprise for me. For his big brother. That we could do that together and
hunt."
"My son is in that circle having sex with a..."
"He's mating, Mom. He has to. His mate is in heat. You don't... you can't know
what that's--"
"For Teddy, that drive is overwhelming," said Noah quietly from behind Lily.
"He is feeling so empty and needing. He has to be filled. If... if Pavel had
succeeded in keeping Ethan from the circle, Teddy would have accepted him out
of pure need. To not be penetrated during heat... you can't imagine the pain
and hurt of that. He'd accept even that, even Pavel's rape of him, to be full."
"And my son chose to..."
"Is proving case to pack. Teddy is his. There is no stronger claim."
"I don't understand," said Lily.
Luke looked away, embarrassed.
"He's giving Teddy a litter, Lily," said Noah. "To be in heat is to be ripe.
Ethan is making his pups inside Teddy, or trying to. Not one, not two. He's
making a litter. Teddy is his family. No brutal mark could ever equal what he
is doing in that circle. The love that he gives his mate. No submission would
ever make Teddy's more his than this."
"But to mate like... they can't!"
"Mom," said Luke. "The wards?"
Lily grumbled but examined the curtain of energy separating them from Teddy and
Ethan. She looked at it, puzzled for a moment, then her lips turned in a smile.
"He used a warding key. I taught him in case the War Wizard College ever came
looking, so he could flee to the house if it was warded. But his key, he put
such power--"
"His mate was being raped," said Luke. "He would have drained himself utterly
to get to him. I would have, for Noah."
"The barrier is a Torsag ward. It will... it will take time to dismantle it,
but I could send someone through. More than one would--"
"Is not being necessary. Dismantle it. In the meantime Ethan has time to stake
his claim on Teddy while pack watches. Is needing reminder, I think, to know
what strength human wizard is bringing to pack."
"Neville, he said when he was challenged..."
"He ripped Sasha in half," said Anastasia quietly. "He ripped him in half and
crushed part of his skull, then kicked him and left him screaming on the
ground, while he asked that Vitya take him, to prove his strength to the pack."
Anastasia looked away. "This was the first time since any wolf has sought to
challenge."
"What happened to the..."
Viktor nodded at the broken naked form of a man in the circle.
"Ethan killed--"
"Our pack mate defended his mate," said Anastasia. "There is no shame or wrong
in this. Pavel accepted this chance when he challenged."
"But Ethan..."
"Like me," said Noah, "Ethan would do anything to protect someone he loves.
Even kill."
"But he's just a--"
"Is being man, and mate, and is being proud to be accepting of him into pack,"
said Viktor. "Be undoing of ward, that we can give to him welcome to pack."
Lily pulled her wand and began to work.
---
Ethan shuddered inside of Teddy. They'd shifted back, but something... Ethan
was still inside Teddy, knotted together as they had been as wolves. And he'd
been... he'd been...
"Ah... Aiiiigh. Oh, God, Oh Ted, sweet... sweet, sweet darlin'," he moaned as
he began to spasm again inside Teddy. He'd lost count of how many times. But
his hips kept thrusting and his body kept reacting and he was well and truly
sealed tight inside Teddy, filling him.
"Eth... Eth, you. You came again?"
"Not done, darlin'," said Ethan. "Not... Oh, God. Please Teddy. Tell me you..."
"W-want it, Eth. I want it."
And Ethan ground harder, licking at Teddy's neck, at the marks on his shoulder.
Those had also remained when they shifted, brutal deep marks of Ethan's teeth
as a wolf. "I. Marked, Ted."
Teddy smiled and weakly tensed the abused muscles in his arse, but it was
enough to make Ethan scream as he came again inside Teddy.
"W-what's w-wrong with me, Ted," asked Ethan. "W-wha-wha-what... Oh, God, Oh
fuck! Teddy, I'm... Oh my... my sweet... my sweet darlin', I... Aaaaiiigghh!"
His teeth sought Teddy's neck, and Teddy offered the abused flesh to him as
Ethan ground hard and came, and came, until finally Ethan passed out on top of
Teddy, and they slept, joined by Ethan's knot.
***** Chapter 18 *****
Disclaimer: All ATWT characters the property of P&G/Telenext. Harry Potter and
the characters associated with that universe belong to J. K. Rowling, Warner
Brothers, and Scholastic. No copyright infringement intended. No profit made
from this fiction.
Note that this is a side story based on the events of Promised, a fic written
for the Nuke Bigbang 2012 that combined a Nuke and a Drarry fic.
IMPORTANT: This story is a side story and is based on the events of my previous
story, Promised. This story takes place about ten years after the events
described in that story. Like the previous stories, it is an ATWT crossover.
A/N: I will post this story one chapter at a time. I probably will not post
every day, as August is my busiest month at work.
------
Ethan and Teddy were shaking and holding each other, covered by a cloak that
was neither enough to cover their naked bodies, nor to keep out the pervasive
chill of the Russian winter. Their exertions had left them both sweaty and
exhausted, and Ethan still was pressed against Teddy's back, unconsciously
sniffing his mate. They'd been joined for what felt like hours, Ethan emptying
himself over and over into Teddy, first as a wolf and then together, still
knotted.
Ethan was raw and sore, and he knew that this was a temporary reprieve. That
soon Teddy's heat would start, and he'd... he'd smell it and he'd have to
taste, and then he'd be lost to it, he'd have no choice but to enter Teddy, and
just now, after the last time, he was afraid his own body wouldn't be able to
take it.
He brushed Teddy's hair from his cheek as he shifted so that he was half
covering Teddy with his body, clutching at the cloak to keep it over them. His
whole body trembled. "Ted?"
Teddy's eyes fluttered open and if he hadn't known completely, he knew in that
moment. Teddy completed him. He straddled Teddy's body and felt a thrill as Ted
whimpered and rubbed his face against Ethan's arm. Ethan nuzzled against
Teddy's nose, then nipped at his ear, receiving a giggle for his trouble. "I
love you," he said softly.
"I love you too," said Teddy. "We. What?"
"The wolf, the one who," Ethan gulped. "He's dead, it doesn't. I wouldn't let
him hurt you, Ted."
Teddy's eyes got wide. "They... they triggered..."
Ethan ground his hips into Teddy as he smiled. "You got me... I've never..."
Teddy looked into Ethan's eyes. "I dreamed you were a wolf. That you..."
"I knotted you, darlin'. My pack bitch, held against me as I took you." Ethan's
smile got big. "I fucked you so hard I passed out."
Teddy gulped. "We. While I was? While you were!?"
Ethan nodded.
Teddy began to tremble. "You kept... Oh God. Ethan, you kept..."
Ethan stroked Teddy's face, looking lovingly at the bruise that meant Teddy was
his. He kissed Teddy's cheek there, tenderly, before moving to his lips.
"You're gonna get wet for me again soon. Hot and wet and even like this I'll
smell it. I won't... I won't be able to stop myself. I'll have to fuck you.
I'll have to own your hot little ass, sweet darlin', have to make you my pack
bitch..."
Teddy looked very shyly away. "You know what it means, right? To be someone's
pack bitch?"
Ethan cupped Teddy's face. "I'm gonna make something inside you darlin'," said
Ethan. "I'm gonna"--his legs started moving against Teddy's--"I'm gonna fill
you with seed until I make something inside you."
Teddy reached up to touch Ethan's face. "I think you already did."
Ethan's face practically glowed when he smiled. "You..."
Teddy nodded.
Ethan growled and nuzzled at his neck, and then his hands sought lower and he
hooked his elbows under Teddy's knees and lifted him. "You wet again for me?"
Teddy gasped and nodded.
"Let's just make sure I did it right, alright, darlin'?"
"Oh... oh, GOD. Ethan... so yes... oh!"
Ethan felt it as his cock caught, sliding along the wetness of cum and
pheromone slick, caught and held and slid so slightly... yes. He hesitated and
looked right into Teddy's eyes. "Mine," he said, and thrust himself balls deep
into Teddy.
Teddy gasped as he was taken very suddenly and deep. This wasn't like earlier.
This was... Teddy cried out as Ethan's teeth found his neck. He cried, and he
whimpered, and he shifted to offer Ethan the best angle. Ethan's hands found
his wrists, and then fingers pressed against the bruises that marked him, and
Teddy screamed out in ecstasy, and then cried out again at the sudden
undeniable pressure of Ethan making deliberately long strokes. Deep and fast
and all the way out before ramming back in hard.
"Fuck! Ethan... yes... yes, yes, hard, Oh... Oh, God," cried Teddy, trying to
at once deal with the pain and pleasure that was Ethan's cock inside him, and
also the feel of Ethan's teeth, and the glorious pressure of fingers on his
bruised wrists. He couldn't take it. "Going to..."
"Cum, sweet darlin'. Want. Want to feel... on my chest. Now, darlin'."
Teddy's cock jerked at the command, so hot to be ordered like that. Told to
cum. He shot and hard, feeling the cum as it shot through and out his hard
cock. And there was warmth and the gush of it as Ethan pressed his torso into
the cum, pulling out long enough to lick a swath along the path where Teddy's
cum had shot, and then pound in again. Lips met his, and a tongue wet with cum
joined with his and Teddy struggled against the pressure at his wrists.
And then Ethan got into it, his hips bucking into Teddy as Teddy struggled
against the wrists holding him down. He was turned and pressed into the floor
of the arena, his arms held tight against him by arms like iron, and then he
was entered again. It wasn't gentle, but it hit him perfectly and he made a
little strangled cry.
"You like that darlin'" panted Ethan.
"YES!"
Ethan slammed into him again, and again, and he was cumming against the floor
of the arena, but it didn't matter. His mate was inside him and owning him
and... Oh fuck, Ethan was marking him again and there was an arm wrapped around
his throat pulling him tighter and closer and that pressure so deep. Ethan
growled and plunged in again, another long stroke and this one he pushed hard
at the end and Teddy screamed Ethan's name as Ethan pulled back just slightly
and rammed hard again, over and over until Teddy came again. And Ethan felt for
that cum, and he tasted it, and he whispered "so sweet" into Teddy's ear, and
then he started to cum inside Teddy and his arms wrapped in a tight hold around
Teddy's chest as Ethan pushed deep and shook as his body emptied into his mate,
trying all the while to somehow force himself with little jerks of his hips
even deeper inside.
They shook together, the sweat freezing against their skin. "You want to find a
bed, darlin'?" asked Ethan, a husky whisper into Teddy's ear.
"Is it? I mean, I..."
"You're my mate, Ted," said Ethan, his voice raw and honest. "If we made
something tonight, if we. I will love our baby. I promise."
"Our babies," said Teddy softly, his eyes scrunched shut hard. He heard the
soft gasp and then he was held. Strong arms wrapped around him that meant he
was loved and owned and protected always. He was held so close, so tight, that
he could feel it when Ethan gulped.
"We made...?"
"Pups," said Teddy softly. "Like Uncle Neville. A litter."
"Our. Oh, God, Ted. Our. You're sure?"
Teddy shook his head against Ethan's chest. "Not sure. B-but... Eth, I think.
Don't be mad."
Ethan's hand cradled against Ted's stomach. "Our... our pups? For real?"
Teddy whispered an *Accio* to summon his wand and then he twisted his power
slightly and pressed the tip of the wand to his palm, seeking. He let out a
little gasp when he felt the power inside him tangle. When he felt the magical
power of their pups push against it. He tried to say something, to tell Ethan,
but there was a finger against his lips, and a smile against the bruise on his
cheek, and the words "I know" and "I love you" rumbled in Ethan's throat.
And Ethan stood and wrapped Teddy in the cloak and looked around. Viktor was
looking at him, standing quietly with Neville.
"The pack, it is recognizing of your claim, Ethan Snyder. Is naming you blood
of our blood. You are pack. You, your mate, and your pups."
And then there was a howl, and Ethan blushed red from his face down into his
chest. Because that howl was met by others, so many others, and Ethan realized
that they had watched him mate, and claim, and own Teddy to his soul. Then he
gulped, and he swelled with pride, that his mate had surrendered to him so
beautifully.
Ethan straightened his shoulders, and cradled Teddy against his chest,
shivering. "I. I need to get him to..."
"A bed," said Neville. "He will need you inside him again soon."
"We're tired..."
"I have a potion for you," said Neville. "He is in heat, he will not need one.
Trust me, you'll want to take it. As tired as he seems now, when the heat hits
him again, he will not allow you to rest."
"Can't we floo--"
Neville shook his head. "The boyar has sent his personal railway car to return
you to Hogwarts." He looked at Teddy. "We'll talk soon, okay? You'll. I know
it's scary." He looked up at Ethan. "Be prepared for Draco to hate you. You're
making him a grandfather rather young."
***** Chapter 19 *****
Disclaimer: All ATWT characters the property of P&G/Telenext. Harry Potter and
the characters associated with that universe belong to J. K. Rowling, Warner
Brothers, and Scholastic. No copyright infringement intended. No profit made
from this fiction.
Note that this is a side story based on the events of Promised, a fic written
for the Nuke Bigbang 2012 that combined a Nuke and a Drarry fic.
IMPORTANT: This story is a side story and is based on the events of my previous
story, Promised. This story takes place about ten years after the events
described in that story. Like the previous stories, it is an ATWT crossover.
A/N: I will post this story one chapter at a time. I probably will not post
every day, as August is my busiest month at work.
------
"You're going to advise me to keep him enrolled," said Minerva tersely, her
lips pursed in that way that every student who had ever had her knew to fear.
"I am," said Neville firmly.
"A pregnant student? Surely you can send him home, as we have always done."
"Poppy has been keeping things from you if you think that," said Neville, "but
it hardly matters. It isn't just any student. It's Teddy."
Minerva gripped her desk. "He's pregnant?" She hesitated, then shook her head.
"I... Harry will kill me. But I have to..."
"He entered a heat, Min, it wasn't his fault."
"You said you have ways to..."
"Charms won't work in a heat. The usual method is to find a willing Muggle, and
erase the details after. Because they're Muggle, they can't cause the wolf to
bear. For obvious reasons, we couldn't do that with Teddy."
Minerva slowly made her way around the desk, her hands grasping at the edge for
support as she made each step. "I have a policy to--"
"You gave me final authority on disciplinary matters for the wolves at the
school, Min. Expelling him would serve what purpose? I won't do it. His family
is here. He'd still be here. Not to mention that he broke no rules. He entered
a heat, which could have happened whether he'd been provoked by that potion or
not. He is mated. They are both young and virile; it's hardly surprising that
Teddy conceived."
"But students..."
"They had their feast, Min. Here, in the Great Hall. Teddy conceived with his
husband. I can't sanction your backward rules expelling him--"
"Backward!"
"Yes, backward! Our seventh years have sex, Min. We bloody well have fourth and
fifth year students having sex. We can educate them as much as we want, but
sometimes they are going to conceive. As Ron did. As Draco did. We can punish
them for it, or we can support them."
"This school is not the safest place for--"
"I've raised nineteen children in these halls, Min. Don't you dare try to tell
me it's not safe for children! It's as safe as we can make it. The castle
protects them, and so do the house elves. He's coming home. He was almost
raped. I'm not going to tell him the only home he's ever known is kicking him
out. And you should be ashamed of yourself, Min, for even considering it."
Minerva sat backward against the desk. This fierce Gryffindor aspect of Neville
wasn't new. She'd seen it often since he'd regained his confidence and chosen a
life with Viktor. "The other students--"
"Adore Teddy. Even the Slytherins that he keeps so carefully wrapped around his
fingers."
"We have rules, Neville. We're supposed to..."
"Temper the rules with compassion," said a portrait quietly.
"Albus, I..."
But the portrait was already sleeping again, or pretending to.
She looked at Neville. "It sends a message to the students. About
responsibility and the need to keep certain parts in their pants."
"Teddy did nothing irresponsible. He fulfilled an uncomfortable chore, and was
almost violated for doing what was responsible. He's coming back here, to his
home. Will we support him and make him feel welcome? Or should I write an
advertisement for a new defense teacher."
Minerva's eyes shot up. "You think Harry would leave?"
"I think Harry wouldn't be the only one to leave."
Minerva looked at Neville sternly, recognizing the threat he was making and
sighed. Neville Longbottom did not ever bluff. "And what am I supposed to do
with him? I can't move Mister Snyder to the Slytherin dorm. He's a prefect!
He's needed in Hufflepuff. And I can hardly move Teddy out of Slytherin. He's
head boy. He's supposed to be--"
"Do not even try to convince me he's not an example."
"He was at--"
"Min, teenagers have parties," said Neville, throwing his arms in the air in
frustration. "From what Noah and Draco tell me, Teddy was keeping the alcohol
consumption moderated, broke up several potentially miserable altercations,
and..."
"... and he provoked Mister Snyder into having sex with him!"
"Given that we'd been after Ethan to stop having abusive sex with any number of
young women, I fail to see how this is a bad thing! None of the students knew
what Teddy had done. Or what Ethan did. All they knew was that Ethan ran out of
the party in a hurry."
"You haven't given me an--"
"We enchant Ethan's portrait door to open to Teddy's room in Slytherin. That
way students can still come to him from Hufflepuff as needed and he can be with
his mate, where he belongs."
"We'll have a rash of pregnancies, you watch."
Neville looked up at her. "The students have grown up seeing Luke and Noah and
Draco and Harry and me, all of us, pregnant at one time or another. I doubt
that they'll see what Teddy will be going through and want to go through it
themselves. It terrifies me every time I consider it, and I've been through it
three times already."
"It will be disruptive, Neville."
"Yes, it will be. But not so much, I'd wager, as you think it will."
Minerva slowly made her way back to her seat at her desk. "You'll handle it?"
"If you give me leave to do so, yes. I... Min, I'm not trying to be difficult.
But you're angry at Teddy and he did nothing, absolutely nothing wrong. Draco
and Harry had suppressed his cycle to try to avoid this, but it was a foregone
conclusion that once he started having sex"--Neville paused--"he was going to
go into heat eventually. And if it hadn't been him, it could have been any
number of our sixth years. There are so many who had been turned, all happy to
have survived the war, that had children right after. I can think of six others
who will enter their first heat within a year. Probably sooner. They don't have
parents here keeping their cycles from manifesting."
Minerva shook her head. "Do as you feel is best, Neville. I gave these
decisions to you for the wolves here at Hogwarts a long time ago. I won't claim
to understand it, but I trust you."
Neville stood.
"Neville."
"Yes, Min?"
"He's arriving soon?"
"Within the hour at Hogsmeade. Draco and Harry are already there waiting. Luke
is covering for Slytherin, if the students have a need."
"Very well. I. I heard Mister Snyder..."
"His wolf was flawless, Min. 'O' material transfiguration."
Minerva smiled. Ethan was their first Animagus in six years. "Perfect?"
"They knotted, Min. When Ethan mated with Teddy, they knotted."
Minerva adjusted her glasses. It wasn't a detail she had wanted to know... but
that her student had gotten the transformation that perfectly! It brought a
smile to her face.
"See that Ethan keeps the bedding arrangements private," said Minerva quietly.
"I understand you have to do it, but we'll have students requesting special
circumstances constantly if we let it be known."
"I happen to agree," said Neville. "Which is another reason to have it based in
Teddy's room. The silencing charms on the walls in the dungeon are much
stronger."
Minerva groaned. Her Gryffindor deputy had a knack for saying the one thing
that would embarrass her. She swore he did it on purpose. "Go, Neville. If he's
going to be here in an hour, the rooms should be ready. He's been in a heat,
yes? He'll need to sleep."
"He'll need to see Poppy," countered Neville. "But I'll see him to his bed as
soon as I can. After a heat, it won't be possible to separate them for long.
Not at first. So I'd best see to it."
***** Chapter 20 *****
Disclaimer: All ATWT characters the property of P&G/Telenext. Harry Potter and
the characters associated with that universe belong to J. K. Rowling, Warner
Brothers, and Scholastic. No copyright infringement intended. No profit made
from this fiction.
Note that this is a side story based on the events of Promised, a fic written
for the Nuke Bigbang 2012 that combined a Nuke and a Drarry fic.
IMPORTANT: This story is a side story and is based on the events of my previous
story, Promised. This story takes place about ten years after the events
described in that story. Like the previous stories, it is an ATWT crossover.
A/N: I will post this story one chapter at a time. I probably will not post
every day, as August is my busiest month at work.
------
Ethan swallowed nervously as they stepped off the train. He pulled Teddy close
for a moment, taking one wrist in his hand and squeezing the fresh bruises
there. Teddy hissed in pleasure and kissed him sweetly upon the cheek. Ethan
looked around and saw them, waiting: Harry, sitting so quietly and wringing his
hands, and Draco, standing stiff and tall and immaculate.
Draco looked at them both together and then at Teddy. "The school doesn't, and
shan't know what happened," he said firmly, "and for appearances sake, I have
arranged to take Teddy back to the school." He looked at Ethan. "It would be
best if you were delayed somewhat."
"But sir," said Ethan softly.
Cold mercurial eyes glared at him. "You will need to be escorted. Professor
Potter will remain and see to your meal."
"It's okay," said Teddy, stroking Ethan's arm. "He's not that scary."
And then Teddy was surrendering to the arm of his father being wrapped around
his shoulders, and he was being escorted from the platform.
A very tired, haunted looking Harry Potter stood and looked at Ethan, and then
inexplicably hugged the young man as tightly as he could.
"P-P-Professor?" said Ethan startled.
Harry squeezed him tightly one more time and stepped back, wiping a tear from
his eye. "Thank you, son, for saving Teddy. He... he means...."
"To me too, sir."
Harry stood more stiffly and looked at the young man. "I don't like that you
hit him."
"But he does, sir."
Harry closed his eyes. "I know."
"He's always safe with me, sir, you have my word."
Harry grunted and turned away. "We should go. We have reservations at Griffin's
Fire."
Ethan trembled. It was a very exclusive restaurant. He'd tried and failed
several times to get reservations for a Hogsmeade weekend to take Emma. "I...
sir, I can't afford...." It wasn't strictly true, now that he had access to his
Walsh trust, but he'd spent a hefty chunk of that on the ring for Teddy.
Harry chuckled softly. "I think I can manage it. Come on."
The hostess at Griffin's fire smiled at them both and greeted Harry warmly,
guiding them to a booth in the corner. Harry sat quietly for a little while,
examining the menu while the waiter came and poured them drinks, asking if
they'd like wine with the meal. Harry smiled at him and accepted the offer,
making a point of noting that Ethan was under age and perhaps some butter beer
would be fine for him.
They studied the menus for a little longer, then made their orders, then there
was a flare of quiet power as Harry pulled privacy and silencing wards over
them.
"I meant it," said Harry finally. "My thanks for saving... I couldn't move.
It's been a long time since I felt helpless that way."
"I couldn't let them do that, sir. Not to my... I love him."
"How did you... the warding it was very--"
"In the US, wizards, we're used by the government. We're allowed to escape that
if we're in one of the major schools, but... Luke, he spent almost every summer
away, because they could have come for him. Wizards, especially half-bloods and
Muggleborn, they disappear."
Harry shook his head sadly. "But surely..."
"They came for Luke, when he was in school. My mom, she wouldn't take that
chance. She's a ward smith. One of the best. The designers of the most
difficult barriers, they designed them with a warding key. Mom, she taught me
so I could get through if they came for me and the wards to the house were up."
"I'm just glad it worked."
Ethan's water trembled in his hands. "Me too."
Harry gulped. "I know. I know he was in heat. So I have to ask...."
Ethan's eyes darted down to the table.
"So he is?"
Ethan nodded. "Yeah."
"Kids are a lot of work. I know it wasn't your choice, but I need to--"
"They'll be ours," said Ethan. "And I won't love them less for it not being
planned."
"Wait. They?"
Ethan beamed. "Our pups. He's"--Ethan gulped--"it's a litter, sir, like
Neville."
Harry shook. "Grandchildren? You're having.... Oh God, Draco will...." His eyes
got fiery, "Neville knew? I'll kill him."
"He warned me Draco would want to kill me for making him a grandfather."
"Just be glad breaking that news will fall to Teddy." Harry hesitated. "It's
against school rules," said Harry, his face falling.
"Neville said he'd take care of it. Told us not to worry."
Harry put his head in his hands. "You'll finish school then?"
"Of course I will. And Teddy too--"
They were interrupted as Harry took down the privacy ward for the waiter,
patiently waiting until he was gone to raise them again and continue.
"You know it won't be easy."
"I know. But, Professor Potter, sir--"
"Harry."
"Sir?"
"It's Harry. We're not in class or on the grounds. My name is Harry."
Ethan looked shaken.
"You're married to my son. I don't expect you to call me sir."
Ethan looked down at his plate. "H-Harry," he said hesitantly, "we're willing
to do the work. And I'll be there to support him. I grew up with brothers and
sisters. I like a big family, and I wanted one of my own. I... granted I didn't
think it would be.... I mean I thought there would be time first. Even if. I
never expected." Ethan put his face in his hands. "God! I'm going to have five
children and I'm only seventeen."
"He loves you. To have given you that."
"I know. He surrendered beautifully. I'm just... he was already in heat. And I.
I took him like that, as a wolf, not knowing it wasn't done or why. And I don't
regret it, I don't. I'll love our babies. But I'm seventeen, sir"--Harry gave
him a blistering look--"and I'm going to be ready, somehow, I will, for Teddy,
but I'm scared."
Harry reached over the table and tipped Ethan's chin up so he could look into
Ethan's eyes. "I think you are. That's good. It's healthy. I was... when I had
the twins, I was terrified. I was raised Muggle, so the idea, a man having
babies? It was just totally out of bounds. Gobsmacked. That was me, completely
gobsmacked."
"He wanted me to have it. But he was scared to tell me, after," said Ethan.
"I'm not sure why."
Harry shook his head. "He's loved you all his life, and he's a bit insecure
about that. He's never strayed, Ethan, but you... you had girlfriends. A lot of
girlfriends. And you had sex, and he knew you were, and how. And it was"--Harry
turned away--"what he wanted, what you were doing to those girls."
"But why is he scared?"
"Ethan, you like to rough him up. That's how he got to you, isn't it?" asked
Harry. "That's what Draco said. That after the girls all turned away, he
offered to let you be... like you like it. And now he's pregnant, and a lot of
that roughness will have to go. And he gave himself to you, and you claimed
him. But that's about him belonging to you. He's just not sure yet, I think,
whether you belong to him."
Ethan gulped. "How can he not know?" asked Ethan.
Harry smiled as he took in Ethan's desperation. For all Ethan's dominance, he
was still a seventeen year old boy who wanted love, just like his son.
***** Chapter 21 *****
Disclaimer: All ATWT characters the property of P&G/Telenext. Harry Potter and
the characters associated with that universe belong to J. K. Rowling, Warner
Brothers, and Scholastic. No copyright infringement intended. No profit made
from this fiction.
Note that this is a side story based on the events of Promised, a fic written
for the Nuke Bigbang 2012 that combined a Nuke and a Drarry fic.
IMPORTANT: This story is a side story and is based on the events of my previous
story, Promised. This story takes place about ten years after the events
described in that story. Like the previous stories, it is an ATWT crossover.
A/N: I will post this story one chapter at a time. I probably will not post
every day, as August is my busiest month at work.
------
Teddy was conscious of the fact that Draco's arm remained around his shoulders
after they reached the gates. It was a familiarity he hadn't used in public
since Teddy was small.
"Pop?"
"You announced our relationship, son, when you celebrated your feast. I don't
have to hide it anymore." Draco pulled Teddy against him. "I'm proud of you."
"Why? I. I made everything complicated."
"You stood up for what matters to you. You surrendered to Ethan. Don't think I
don't know that it took courage. To give up control. You're Slytherin. It's not
in our nature. But he gives you that. A space where you can."
"Thanks for..."
"For the record, Teddy," said Draco firmly, "I don't like that he hits you
either."
Teddy's hand went automatically to the bruise on his face. This one was fresh,
from the last night of his heat, and he... Teddy smiled. "I won't ask you to
like it, Pop," said Teddy, shuddering as he remembered the touch of Ethan's
hand against his cheek, "I just. I need you to accept it."
Draco's face became haughty and distant. "He shouldn't need..."
"I'm a submissive, Pop. I need this too, it's not jus--."
"For him to hit?" asked Draco. He paused in his steps for a moment.
Teddy looked to the side. They'd reached the war memorial. His Pop normally
avoided passing it if he could. "For him to trust me enough to really let go,"
said Teddy softly. "For him to look at this mark, his mark, and know that I'm
his. I *belong*, Poppy."
"What if he gets too rough? What if he..."
"I'm a wolf, Pop."
"It didn't stop him taking you on the floor of that arena."
"I wanted him to. I wanted the pack to know. I wanted them to see." Teddy's
hand went to his shoulder where Teddy's jaws had ripped into his shoulder. A
claim mark made in heat would never fade. Teddy looked away from his pop. "It
bothers you, doesn't it. That I'm submissive."
Draco turned and walked slowly towards the memorial. Teddy hesitated for only a
moment before following. His pop didn't respond, he just walked up to the
obelisk and studied the names.
"Poppy?"
"It doesn't bother me," said Draco softly. "It scares me. What if you both get
too into it. What if he squeezes for too long, squeezes too hard, here"--Draco
gestured at his neck--"and you...."
"He'd never do that. He's very careful."
"And this," asked Draco, pointing at the mark. "This was being careful?"
"This," said Teddy, his voice very steady, "was me. Me begging. I wanted
everyone to know. Forever. That I am Ethan Snyder's bitch."
Draco made a soft little cry at the word, turning away.
"Pop, please."
"You let him--"
"This is about who we are, Pop. Him and me. Not anyone else. I'm a submissive
for my mate. That doesn't mean that I'm not strong. That I'd permit anyone else
to--"
"But they know! They know you take it, Ted. They'll try to hurt you!"
"Pop, I can--"
"They got to you, Ted. They had you held down. They were going to..."
"I am Ethan's. He'd never let anyone do that to me. And he didn't, Pop. Did
he?"
"No," hissed Draco.
"When he... when he penetrated me in the arena. I presented, Pop. It was an
invitation."
"You were in heat."
"And I gave him that. I surrendered my body to him. I surrendered it wanting
and ripe. I. I surrendered it completely, Pop."
Draco gulped as the significance of those words registered. "You're pregnant."
Teddy nodded.
"You love him?"
"More than anything."
"Then it will be okay, Teddy," said Draco softly, draping an arm back over the
young man's shoulder.
"I'm scared, Poppy."
"Why?" asked Draco, as he guided them back to the path up to the castle.
"Daddy almost died. With the twins. Everyone thought I... I could smell the
death on him, Pop."
Draco trembled. "It's true. He...."
"It was those Gryffindors, wasn't it? I could smell the anger on you any time
they got near."
"Yes," Draco said, his voice choked and soft, "it was."
"What if... Poppy, I don't want Ethan to be left all alone," said Teddy, the
fear palpable in his voice.
"Your Aunt Ginny and Madam Pomfrey, they've worked hard to develop treatments
that will help you, Teddy. You don't...." Teddy had good reason to be scared,
Draco knew it. It had happened when he was so very young, and those memories
could be powerful. "Remember this last time? Your Dad and I, we both carried at
the same time, and it was fine."
"But you were scared about it."
"Yes," said Draco carefully, though the admission pained him. "I lost a child
once, Teddy. So it was dangerous for me. And your dad, I know you remember
better than he thinks you do, that he almost died. It wasn't only the once. And
so I was scared for him, and for me, and for the child inside me... for my
little Ankaa. And I was terrified for you," he said, turning to look at Teddy,
running a hand through Teddy's hair. "Because you were left all alone as a
child with no one, and I never wanted you to feel that way again."
"But I wasn't alone, Pop. I had Dad, and Kreacher. And then you came and
everything got so much better for all of us when Dad started to love again."
Draco smiled at him, the real smile that only a few were ever privileged to
see. "Do you want to see Madam Pomfrey now?" he asked. "Make you feel a little
more secure about this?" He set a hand gently on Teddy's stomach.
Teddy nodded nervously and let his pop wrap an arm around his shoulder and
guide him through the castle gates and to the infirmary.
Madam Pomfrey smiled as they came through the door. "So, young man," she said,
tousling his hair, "are you ready?"
"Wait? You..."
"The potions are already brewing," said a calm baritone from beside the door.
"You should start them tonight, Teddy. I'll have Glinty deliver them when
they're ready."
Draco turned to look at the potions master. "Noah?"
"I was there, Draco. Mating as a wolf, in heat? This isn't exactly a surprise."
Draco turned away. "I don't like that I was the last..."
"You were the second person I actually told," said Teddy, "even before Dad."
"Who?"
"Ethan. They're his. He needed to know first."
Draco's face went white. "Twins?"
"No, Draco," said Noah, coming to set a hand on the man's shoulder.
"I... we think it's five," said Teddy. "Pups, like... like--"
"Neville," finished Draco. "Teddy, are you.... I'll support you Teddy, if you
want to have them, but are you really sure? A litter? You're seventeen."
Teddy nodded. "I.... We had a lot of time on the train, in between. Ethan and I
talked, Pop. It's what we both want."
"You're young."
"I'm terrified, Poppy," said Teddy softly. "But they're a part of him. He's....
I belong to him. I gave him my soul to hold and protect and keep. And he gave
me this." Teddy rubbed his belly. "He gave me the very life inside himself and
his magic and we made... Poppy, it's...."
Draco didn't say anything, he just folded Teddy into his arms and held him.
Teddy smiled into the quiet comfort that his pop had always provided, and he
let himself relish that for more than just a moment before pulling away. He
beamed at his pop. "Thank you." He turned then to Pomfrey. "What... what do I
need to do?"
Madam Pomfrey's eyes looked to the empty bed and Teddy sat down. She sat next
to him and waved her wand. "Definitely pregnant," she said. Another wave. "Wolf
pups. A full litter." Her eyes grew wide for a moment. "Six"--her eyes drifted
for a moment, as though looking at something far away--"seven... eight! It's
two! Two separate litters, each with its own sac of magical energy!" She glared
at the boy. "You submitted a second time on the train. As a wolf."
Teddy gulped. "I was in heat! Can I not do that?"
Pomfrey looked at Draco. "He's going to be fragile once he hits three months."
Draco nodded, his face tight with concern.
"It's. It's technically against school rules, professor. For him to carry."
Neville Longbottom stood from where he'd sat quietly in the corner. "It's taken
care of," said Neville to the mediwitch. "Though the double litter complicates
things." Neville looked at Teddy, "You'll have to do a lot of school work over
the holidays. If Madam Pomfrey recommends bed rest, you will have bed rest."
"They... they want to send me away? Because of this?" asked Teddy.
"Don't worry. Discipline for wolves in this castle is at my discretion. I bore
eight, the last litter, for my Vitya. I know it's scary, but you've seen them,
my little ones. It was fine," said Neville, sitting next to Teddy. "We'll help
you through it, alright?"
Teddy glanced up at Draco. "Ethan was... he was scared at five, how am I
supposed to tell him--"
"He's your mate," said Noah firmly. "He will make you feel loved, like you
belong. That is what a good mate does."
"I don't want him to regret. I mean. It means the world to me, to be his."
"This makes you nervous?" asked Neville, glancing pointedly at Teddy's stomach.
Teddy's lips narrowed into a tight line and he nodded.
"Come with me."
"I was going to--" began Draco.
"It'll keep, Draco. This is important." Neville held his hand out to Teddy, who
took it and got back to his feet.
"He'll be needed back for a full exam," said Madam Pomfrey firmly.
"I'll see to it," said Neville. "And I'll return him to his dorm, Draco. You
can see him there when we're done." Neville looked at Noah. "You'll need to
have a talk with Ethan when he gets back."
Noah nodded in response. "I'll go get those potions finished."
"Neville, I need to--"
"Later, Draco," said Neville firmly. He gestured to Teddy to walk in front and
they left the infirmary.
"Where are we going?"
"Gryffindor tower."
"Your quarters?" asked Teddy. He'd been there often, visiting his Uncle Neville
when his parents were busy. Neville walked with him through the castle, and he
saw the worried glares of his classmates.
"They think you're in trouble," confirmed Neville. He spoke the password
quietly, under his breath, and the door opened. It was familiar. Neville wasn't
one for luxury, and the furniture, while elegant in its red and gold, was well
used. Teddy was surrounded almost immediately by a small host of wolf pups, who
sniffed anxiously at him and tried to pull at his socks and trouser legs with
their teeth.
"But they're ba--"
"They're pups," said Neville, "as yours will be. Taking the form that is
comfortable for them in the moment." Neville lifted one, and it shifted as he
did into a tiny baby boy. Neville stroked the little boy's fingers and kissed
him on the forehead.
A large black wolf loped into the room, showing his teeth for just a moment
before jumping up on its hind legs and setting its forepaws on Neville's
shoulders, licking him across the face. There were sharp teeth and a hiss and a
shudder from Neville, and then the wolf pushed away from him, landing back on
the floor and curling into a ball of fur that the pups retreated to
immediately, snuggling close to the large wolf.
"Uncle Vitya," said Teddy quietly.
The wolf looked up and nodded at him, its tongue lolling out the side of its
mouth. Then it turned its attention back to the wolf pups.
Neville handed the baby boy to Teddy, and Teddy cradled him carefully. The boy
sniffed him, and then settled against his shoulder and promptly fell asleep,
shifting back into a wolf.
"Are they always so fluid? Shifting, I mean?" asked Teddy.
"When they're very little they will be. Some stay that way for as much as two
years before they stay in their human shape."
"Ethan, he's...."
"You're lucky," said Neville, "he's an Animagus. He'll be able to share time
with you as a wolf, letting the pups rest against both of you. Forming that
pack bond that is difficult for me with my children. But he'll have it, not
just you, because he can share your shape."
"But pups, Uncle Nev. And not just. I mean, eight! I don't know what to...."
The pup in his arms yipped, frightfully for a moment, and Teddy soothed him
quickly, stroking his soft fur.
"I don't want you to think of this as punishment," said Neville. "But my pups
are still very young. Young enough that helping with them, for both of you,
might help prepare you, if you're willing."
"You'd. I mean, Vitya would allow that? For us to--"
And then Vitya was standing there, nude and confident. He grabbed a blanket off
one of the couches and wrapped it around himself. "Litter is always to be
making pack strong. Full blood without being turned? Is strength of love, for
that is only way to be bearing of litter. Ethan is good mate for myedvyedchik.
Will be wanting to be sharing of this." Viktor scooped up one of the pups and
kissed it on the nose, his seeker reflexes acting quickly as the pup shifted
into a baby. He cooed at the little girl. "Is being Natasha. Named for
matriarch of Krum family. Is having beautiful coat, is she not?"
Teddy smiled. "She does. But she'll be happy to have gotten Uncle Neville's
nose!"
Viktor gave him a sharp look. "Is aristocratic nose. Is thinking Natasha will
be most joyous not to get bushy eyebrows of father."
"I love your eyebrows," said Neville softly, a hand moving automatically to
stroke the fur of the wolf in Teddy's arms, and then immediately moving to the
baby in Viktor's arms. "I just want you to know, you're our pack. That's
family, Teddy. And if you want. If you think it would help, you should spend
time here with Natasha and the others. I know you know how to change nappies,
but there's more to living with babies and caring for them than that. And Vitya
and I--"
"Is having eleven pups before these. Two litters. Can to be helping you with
burden of mind, so that myedvyedchik, he can focus on burden of heart."
"You can tell?"
"Is seeing sorrow in what should be joy. Not from litter, but in heart, is not
seeing light. Is not being sure of Ethan?"
"I. I know he owns me, and I'll be his forever. But...." Teddy looked
flustered. "What if he sees me as a burden. Eight pups! We're seventeen. I
don't want him turning to Emma Cribbins or Mina and losing him to--"
"You can't lose him," said Neville. "He claimed you."
"But I didn't claim him! I can't, I'm submissive and I don't. I can't. But he
has me. I'm his. What do I do if I lose him?"
"Is not losing of mate. Is not wolf, your Ethan, but was seeing love in eyes at
feast. Was seeing face of Ethan when you submitted to his mark."
"I don't want to just be a duty."
"That's not what he said. He said you were his first duty, but that he
surrendered to that duty forever," said Neville, "because he is nothing without
the things you pledged to give to him. He wants you."
"But this," he said, pointing with a shift of his eyes, "is it..."
"Draco told Ethan," said Neville, "that if you gave him your heat, that he
should expect to be a father."
"But a litter--"
"Is great honor for pack. For bitch that is bearing, and for wolf that is
giving claim," said Viktor. "Is what every submissive is wanting, to be bearing
of pup for mate. For most male couples, is rare. And you, you are here, ripe
and full of pups, and worrying if he will love you?"
"I'm his. I gave that to him. To be his forever."
"And was hearing of Ethan to be saying that forever you are first duty. Is not
thinking he meant as obligation in way you seem to fear. Is thinking was
referring to happiness of mate. To sharing of ecstasy. To keeping safety of
soul. Is claiming you. Part of joy for dominant wolf is to be knowing happiness
of mate."
"It's natural to be jealous, Teddy. To worry about Emma and the others. But in
the end, he did not choose them. He did not mate with them in the way he has
with you." Gently, Neville lifted the pup from Teddy's shoulder, and held the
little wolf pup, carefully cradled against him. "In a few months, you will hold
your pups in your arms. You will wrap around them as a wolf to keep them warm.
And you will hand one of those pups to your mate for the first time. And
believe me, Teddy, when you see his eyes at that moment, you'll have no more
doubts whether Ethan is as much yours as you are his."
***** Chapter 22 *****
Disclaimer: All ATWT characters the property of P&G/Telenext. Harry Potter and
the characters associated with that universe belong to J. K. Rowling, Warner
Brothers, and Scholastic. No copyright infringement intended. No profit made
from this fiction.
Note that this is a side story based on the events of Promised, a fic written
for the Nuke Bigbang 2012 that combined a Nuke and a Drarry fic.
IMPORTANT: This story is a side story and is based on the events of my previous
story, Promised. This story takes place about ten years after the events
described in that story. Like the previous stories, it is an ATWT crossover.
A/N: I will post this story one chapter at a time. I probably will not post
every day, as August is my busiest month at work.
------
Harry walked Ethan quietly up the road from Hogsmeade, past the gates, and at
length into the castle. There were eyes on them already, and it was not yet
past curfew. Ethan had no doubt his absence had been marked. No doubt that
Teddy's absence had also been noticed. Once within the gates of the castle,
Harry took his leave, noting that he needed to get back to his marking.
Ethan smiled. This was home. Luke could have his precious memories of the pond.
It was pretty, but nothing compared to the lake here. And at home his parents
were always fighting. Breaking up. Getting back together. An endless cycle of
drama that left the kids alone and lonely. And Hogwarts had meant freedom from
that, and a sense of love that he had always for his brother Luke. At Hogwarts
he had always had friends.
"Ethan Snyder!" His face stung from the force of the sudden slap against his
cheek. Jasmine Zabini's eyes burned in their sockets. "I gave you pleasure and
you chose that!" She spat at the ground. "A dirty wolf!" She swung again and
Ethan caught her hand.
"Never insult my mate again," he said, his voice cold.
"I..."
Several of their classmates had edged closer to the confrontation.
"I mean it, Jaz. He's in your own house and you called him--"
"A bleedin' dirty wolf!" She screamed it defiantly.
"30 points from Slytherin," said a cool voice from the walkway. "And we will
have no more of that prejudice spoken here, Miss Zabini." The headmistress's
voice was terse and clipped and she looked rather intently at Ethan as the
young woman turned and ran.
"Do none of you have studies to attend to," shouted the aged witch. The
students scattered and Ethan stayed put. He'd known that was her intent. For
him to have to endure....
"Tea, Mister Snyder. In my office. Now."
Ethan Snyder gulped and took a deep breath. "Yes, Professor McGonagall," he
said quietly. From under the dim overhangs of the walkways and beneath arches,
his friends looked on at him, concerned, but he shook his head, just slightly,
and followed McGonagall quietly until they were seated in her office. She was
utterly silent until a house elf appeared with the tea service. A proper
hostess, she poured it for each of them and prepared it to his liking. He'd
been in her office often enough.
He sipped the tea quietly, waiting.
"You are disrupting my school, Mister Snyder."
Ethan nodded. "I guess I am," said Ethan. "He's my mate, Headmistress. I won't
apologize."
"There were bruises on his neck. From--"
"I'm not talking to you about our sex life. He's my husband. What we do is
consensual." His eyes flicked up to meet hers. "And private."
She gave him a withering glare. "You are leaving bruises!"
"He wanted me to heal less of them than I did." Ethan took a breath and then a
sip of his tea. He breathed lightly on the surface of the drink and then sipped
slowly. After a moment he set the tea down. "He's proud of those marks,
Headmistress. Proud to be mine. I won't let you take that away from him."
Minerva's eyes narrowed. "Your rough sport," she said disdainfully, "has caused
enough disruption at this school as it is. Now... people know, this is Harry
Potter's son!"
"He's always been Professor Potter's son, Headmistress." Ethan looked up. "Now
people know he's my mate."
"I cannot interfere," Minerva said in a coldly terse voice, "with a proper
feast of intent. But those vows, Mister Snyder. Did you have to... you made him
sound like he was--"
"Mine," said Ethan firmly. "He's mine."
"He's the child of heroes!"
"You do not need to convince me that he is precious," said Ethan. "He gave me
his soul, Headmistress. He gave it to me to hold for him as a trust. I know how
special my mate is. But because I know, I also know what he needs from me. That
bruise on Teddy's cheek is a badge to him. A proclamation he wants to make."
"What? That he likes getting hit! You think we can afford for the world to know
that? That Harry Potter's son is--"
"That's not what he's declaring," said Ethan softly. "Though it's true that he
loves getting hit."
"Then what is it!"
"That he is..." Ethan got quiet. She wouldn't want to hear this.
"That he is what?"
"Ethan Snyder's bitch," said a cool voice from the corner. The man stood, Sleek
black robes billowing about him as he folded his arms in front of himself,
looking for all the world like a bat folding its wings.
Ethan gulped and looked. "Professor Mayer," he said quietly. "I didn't see you
there."
"Do not be ashamed, Ethan. Teddy is proud to be your bi--"
"Professor Mayer!" shouted Minerva.
"It's the proper term, Min," said Noah. "Teddy is his pack bitch, bearing his
young for the pack." Noah looked at Ethan meaningfully. "He said you knew."
Ethan nodded. "A litter, he said. f-five."
"You will have to be circumspect about..."
"They're my children, Noah," said Ethan. "I'd do anything to protect them."
Minerva's lips were fixed in a tight narrow line, looking disapprovingly at
them both as she turned away.
"Submissives yield to it willingly, Min," said Noah. "It does not make us
less."
"You don't have to do it!" yelled the headmistress turning away. "It makes me
feel I failed you. That you would want that. That Neville would. That Teddy
does."
"I... I wish you could see him. After," said Ethan very softly. "It's so
humbling to see it. All those marks on his skin. I know when and how I made
every one. How he begged me for them. And they scare me. And that's how I knew.
Because with the girls, I enjoyed it and it was fun when they fought me. And I
was careful. I know you don't think so, but I was. But it didn't scare me the
way it does with Teddy."
"You're afraid you'll go too far," said Noah.
Ethan nodded. "Yes. Because Emma needed me to stop once, and she didn't use her
safe word, because she thought, I think, that she had to be tough to stay my
girl. And it hurt her. And what we did was consensual and she had a safe word
and she could have used it. But she didn't and I... I regret that. Because this
play, this roughness, is what she needed, and now it makes her afraid. And she
should feel special. The way I hope I make Teddy feel special." Ethan looked
away. "I hope someone finds Emma who can help her get that back. Because when
it's done lovingly for both partners, it's a beautiful thing."
Noah nodded. "It is."
The headmistress groaned.
"You think Neville would say something different?" asked Noah. "We're owned,
Headmistress. I assure you, nothing Ethan does comes close to the mark of my
mate across my heart. And mine is shallow compared to the marking of Viktor
Krum."
"They don't hit you!"
"We don't ask our mates to hit us. Teddy does?" asked Noah, uncertainly,
looking at Ethan.
Ethan smiled broadly and nodded. "He gets soooo--"
"We don't need to know," said Noah. "It's enough to know it's what he needs
from you."
"So this... you wanted to talk to me about my sex life?"
Noah shook his head. "Arrangements, Ethan. Sleeping arrangements."
Ethan gulped. "I feel like I shouldn't be apart from--"
Noah nodded. "He needs you to bond. And to mate with him, to share your magical
signatures, is important, especially early in the pregnancy."
"But I'm in Hufflepuff and he can't floo or anything!"
"Your portrait door is redirected to his room in Slytherin. He can't use it,
but it will give you access to his rooms. The portrait will tell you if someone
from our house needs you. You are still a prefect, and you will give them the
concern they deserve. The younger Hufflepuffs are still your charge, Ethan."
Ethan nodded. A room with Teddy? He'd never expected...
"Same goes for Teddy. He's head boy. Don't let this relationship make you
forget those responsibilities. I know Draco has talked to him about it. You
will need to help him, Ethan. He will get big fast. Faster than your brother
and I did. Faster even than Professor Malfoy did, and I know you were one of
the few students who got to really see that."
"Will he be..."
"He will need a potion daily," said Noah, "and a stabilizing potion once a
month. And he'll have to stay here for the holidays, studying. You have NEWTs
this year, and I expect you both to take and pass them."
"But Noah, he said... I mean, a litter. Will he be..."
"We have some experience, Mister Snyder," said Minerva. "Professor Longbottom
has insured that Madam Weasley and Madam Pomfrey are the best authorities in
the world on this matter."
"It's dangerous for him," admitted Noah. "There's.... Well, he'll tell you
why."
"Can I go to him?"
Noah looked at Minerva who reluctantly nodded.
Ethan grinned and was halfway to the staircase before Minerva called out to
him.
"Mister Snyder."
"Yes, Headmistress."
"Knotted?"
Ethan turned beet red, but his grin got even bigger.
"If you must continue to be rough, Mister Snyder. It is safer for the babies
when he's a wolf."
Ethan gulped and said nothing more, fleeing down the staircase and taking off
for Hufflepuff at a run.
***** Chapter 23 *****
Disclaimer: All ATWT characters the property of P&G/Telenext. Harry Potter and
the characters associated with that universe belong to J. K. Rowling, Warner
Brothers, and Scholastic. No copyright infringement intended. No profit made
from this fiction.
Note that this is a side story based on the events of Promised, a fic written
for the Nuke Bigbang 2012 that combined a Nuke and a Drarry fic.
IMPORTANT: This story is a side story and is based on the events of my previous
story, Promised. This story takes place about ten years after the events
described in that story. Like the previous stories, it is an ATWT crossover.
A/N: I will post this story one chapter at a time. I probably will not post
every day, as August is my busiest month at work.
------
Ethan endured the quiet stares as he entered Hufflepuff. Nikolai and his sister
Anya were the first to come up to him. They sniffed at him and then hugged him,
one on either side.
"Papa is saying to give you welcome when you return," said Nikolai softly. Then
he took his sister's hand and fled to where the rest of the first year students
watched nervously.
The seventh years were a small group. But they were close, like a family,
especially in Hufflepuff. And they all were looking at him like...
"Come on, guys," he said. "It's me."
"Who are you then," said Barnabus Tweedlestout. He was a chaser on the
Quidditch team, the only other seventh year on the team. "We thought we knew.
We're Hufflepuff. Loyalty and friendship and... we endured the looks from the
other houses. How could we, how could Hufflepuff let you do what you did to
Emma. Because we were friends, we endured it. We didn't blame or accuse. We
talked to you both about it. Made sure we knew it was what you both wanted. And
we endured it, what they said about us, for you. So you could be happy with
Emma. And when she wasn't enough and you had Zabini too, and Mina. We said to
them that 'a Hufflepuff's love is boundless' and that you loved all of them in
your own way."
Barnabus glared at him. "So who are you then?"
"I'm still Ethan."
"How long has this thing with Teddy been going on?" asked Scott Brigham, a hard
working Hufflepuff who was one of Professor Longbottom's favorites.
"It was a feast of intent," hissed Ethan. "You know exactly how..."
"We know when you fucked," said Emma coldly. "How long Ethan?"
"Language Emma! You're a prefect!"
"I'm a jilted--"
"You broke up with me, Emma!"
She turned away. "Were you with him then?" she asked.
"No," Ethan said quietly. "But it was just before...." Ethan looked at the
floor. "I got drunk and I made an advance. And he pushed me away, I swear. But
it made me... I wanted it. And I was too scared to admit that to myself."
"Will you turn now?" asked one of the third years, his voice cracking. "Into a
wolf, like him?"
"I can," admitted Ethan softly, "but not because he turned me. I'm an Animagus.
The wolf is my registered form."
There were a lot of gasps over that. An Animagus form was a rare talent that
took true skill in transfiguration.
"You didn't answer his question," said Emma, her voice still cold. "Will he
turn you?"
"Oh, please," said a shrill voice near the fireplace. A second year student
stood and glared at Emma, her hands on her hips. "My daddy has been mated to a
wolf for years and he isn't turned. It doesn't work like that."
Barnabus breathed out a long sigh. "This isn't about Emma being angry, Ethan.
We're a family and you didn't... we didn't know, Ethan, until you stood on that
table, we didn't know."
"Fuck that, Busboy" said Scott, teasing the pureblood Barnabus with the
nickname he so hated. "You may have been blind to him checking out Teddy's
arse, but I wasn't. I just wasn't sure how long it had been going on." Scott
waggled his eyebrows at Ethan. "Does this mean you're up for grabs from boys
now too? 'Cause I...."
Ethan laughed and shook his head. "It was a feast of intent."
"I don't know what that is," said Scott softly, blushing, but he was echoed by
a lot of others.
Barnabus glared at them. "Don't you guys know anything?"
Ethan shook his head and set a hand on Barnabus's shoulder. "They don't know. A
lot of them are Muggleborn," he said quietly, and then louder, "Alright guys.
I'll talk. Sit."
And people sat. Hesitantly Scott looked at Ethan and spoke. "So. A feast of
intent?"
"It's a mostly pureblood thing. After a promised couple has sex, they announce
their intent to be a family. It's right after, usually the next day. It's a
public declaration that the--"
"But you're not pureblood."
"I come from an old family, though," Ethan said, "and so does Teddy."
"So you and Teddy are what?" asked Scott. "Engaged?"
"Married," answered Emma, practically spitting the word. "They're married."
Ethan glared at her. "Emma is mostly right. Under wizarding law, the vows of a
feast are binding ones, as binding as marriage vows. Legally, Teddy is my
husband. The feast binds the couple, the wedding binds the families."
"But. Why? Why two ceremonies," asked Ada Pierce, a Muggleborn from fourth
year. She quietly hid behind a curtain of hair as she asked the question.
Ethan cleared his throat. "Well, Ada." He gulped again. "The families won't
allow a wedding until they know there's going to be an heir. So the wedding
only happens if one partner is pregnant, or if they have children in their
guardianship who the other family is accepting."
"So you have to have kids with Teddy?" asked Ada. "Ewww."
"It's beautiful," said Anya quietly.
Nikolai growled softly in support.
"Why him?" asked Emma. "You slept with... a lot of us, Ethan. It wasn't just
the three of us you kept for your abuses. You--"
"Everything we did was consensual, Emma. Everything I did with Mina. Everything
I did with Jasmine."
"Is it because he lets you hit him?"
"No."
"Do you really like guys?" asked Scott, edging himself closer.
"Yeah." Ethan held his hand up, keeping Scott from getting closer. "I'm
married, Scott."
Scott looked away. "I just. If you were going for boys, I would've. I would've
let you hit me if it meant being--"
Ethan put his head in his hands. "Stop it. You don't know. You can't possibly
understand how... he surrenders his soul!"
The room was silent.
"His soul?" asked one of the younger boys.
Ethan nodded. "Wolves, sometimes they offer submission. To their mate. To
someone they choose to give everything. That's what Teddy did. He gave me every
part of himself, even his soul. And I... I love him." Ethan looked up, making
sure to meet Barabus's eyes, and Scott's, and Emma's, and all the rest of his
year mates. "I love him," he repeated softly.
They looked at him and Emma, in particular studied him closely. "You need to
talk to us, Ethan."
"Because you're an expert on mating with wolves?" asked Ethan. He shook his
head and looked to the floor. "I won't apologize. Everyone was here drunk. And
I was lost. He took me and made me feel so wonderful and I did... I went to
Professor Mayer. Because he is claimed by a wolf, and he... I knew he could
help me."
There was a stir at that. Many of the younger students hadn't known.
"That's what we're supposed to do," said Ethan earnestly, "we're supposed to go
to our head of house. And he's mated to a wolf, so I knew he... I knew he'd
not. Not call my mate a dirty wolf. Not look at me like a freak for wanting it.
That he'd understand when I said... when I told him what Teddy wanted from me."
Little Nikolai walked up to Ethan and set a hand on his shoulder. "Papa would
say you were brave wizard. That you saved mate in challenge. He would say that
you are worthy mate. You bring strength to our pack."
Charlene moved forward. "Uncle Ethan?" she said softly, and everyone stared at
her.
"Snyder, duh," said Ethan, glaring at all of them. "Yeah, Charlene?"
"I like Teddy. I'm glad he's going to be my uncle, too." Then she looked around
a little shyly and retreated back to the crowd of younger students.
Scott looked at him. "I had hopes of you--"
"I'm his. He's mine, but I'm his. I will be faithful."
There were several snorts from sixth year girls, and Emma just rolled her eyes.
"I will be. But right now, I really, I just need to go to bed."
"You've been gone for over a week, you can't even tell us--"
"I'm tired," said Ethan, his voice hard. "I need to get some rest. We all have
classes tomorrow. Besides, I've already endured tea with McGonagall."
Several students looked at him with sympathy and nodded, going back to
studying. He was halfway to his portrait when Scott caught him.
"Hey, you ran off."
"Not the best time, Scott."
Scott whispered a word and it got rather quiet. He shifted closer. "I just
wanted to make..."
Ethan pointedly turned away.
But Scott wasn't easily set aside. He stepped close again, cupping a hand
against Ethan's arse.
"If you want to have the use of your wrist tomorrow," said Ethan, "you'll take
that hand off my ass right now."
"Ethan," said Scott softly. "I like you."
Ethan turned, his face growing red with anger. "I'm married."
"Teddy's just a little guy. I could give you--"
"Hand off my ass, now," growled Ethan.
"What... what's so special about Teddy?"
Ethan glared at Scott. "I meant it Scott," said Ethan, this time seizing hold
of Scott's wrist and pulling the hand away.
"I just wanted... you always. With the girls you wanted..."
"That was with the girls," said Ethan. "This is different, Scott."
"Why? Because he's your little bitch?"
The corner of Ethan's mouth twitched up. "Yeah."
"Do you even hear yourself?" asked Scott. "He's your little bitch... I bet he
just lies there and takes it. Doesn't even--"
"He gives me what I need."
"But I could do that!" hissed Scott. He smiled and tapped the wall, opening the
little nook where Ethan had taken Emma just before leaving. "I could do that
for you right now..."
Scott was unbuttoning his robes. "Come on, Eth... I'll let you, you can make me
scream. I know how you like that..."
"No!" shouted Ethan, pushing Scott roughly away and back and running up the
stairs.
Scott was rushing up behind him but he was slowed rather suddenly by two small
forms clutching at his legs. "Get off of me you blasted little git," he
shouted, trying to shake the small body of Nikolai Krum from his leg. The boy
just held onto him and howled. It wasn't a human sound, and shortly there were
more steps sounding.
Anya held tight to Scott's leg and looked at him. "Go, the medvyedchik will be
missing you."
Ethan mouthed a quick thank you at them both and rushed the rest of the way up
the stairs, breathing out the password to his quarters quickly and slipping
past the portrait. Scott was still trying to follow, but Charlene had joined
the horde of young Hufflepuffs pulling Scott back and they were showing the
strength of their wolf blood, all of them. With a quick pull, Ethan locked the
rest of the world behind him and smiled at the sight that greeted him.
Teddy lay spread out on the bed, his arms to either side, one leg down, the
other out to the side at his hips. The candles were low and his breath was soft
and even. His torso was marked by handprints at his waist, and the glamours
that covered the bruises at his neck were gone. His shoulder was still raw and
bloody from Ethan's teeth as a wolf. Teddy shifted his hips and raised his head
slightly. He sniffed for a moment and sat up, his nose twitching.
"A boy touched you with want." He sniffed again. "Brigham!"
"I stopped him," said Ethan.
"But he...."
"I stopped him," said Ethan. "He offered and I said no." Ethan sat next to
Teddy on the bed. "I will always say no."
"What if he pushes. What if he...."
"The pack defended your honor, darlin'." Ethan started to unbutton his robes,
grumbled, and then leaned in to kiss Teddy.
Teddy's response was nervous, pulling away to continue. "But what--"
Ethan stood up and dropped his robes, stripping off the rest of his clothes,
all of them, including the pants, and sliding in next to Teddy. Teddy looked at
him, sniffing. "He didn't...."
"I wouldn't, darlin'," said Ethan. "You're my mate."
Teddy's hands ran up and down Ethan's body, desperate. "He could have...."
Ethan shook his head, pressing a hand against Teddy's stomach. "This. This is
our family. For us to raise together, Teddy. I wouldn't risk that. I... I
couldn't."
Teddy rolled Ethan over onto his back, straddling his waist. "I'm scared."
"Of what?"
"I waited. Oh Eth, I waited so long and now... now someone else is trying to--"
Teddy was pounding his hands into the air in front of him and Ethan grabbed
hold of one of his hands, kissing it and then massaging the deep bruising at
the wrist. Teddy's breath caught.
"Whose marks are these?"
"Y-yours!"
"And why do I mark you?"
"So. So. So you can. Can always make me feel...."
"Feel what, darlin'?" said Ethan, licking and sucking at Teddy's wrist.
"F-feel pleasure."
"So if I told you to come?"
"Oh God. Oh fuck, Eth, please."
"Come, Teddy."
And Teddy's body shook and he began to shoot thick ropes of cum across Ethan's
chest and onto his face. When the shaking stopped Ethan looked at him. "Rub it
in," said Ethan, "so that every wolf knows I let my mate scent me."
Teddy rubbed his groin into Ethan's stomach. "Can I, really?"
Ethan looked at him and realized what he was asking. "It scares you that much?"
A tear fell onto his chest as Teddy nodded.
Slowly Ethan nodded, and he felt the soft pulse of warmth, hot and liquid as
the cum was not, as Teddy's hands moved, and began to spread his scent over
Ethan.
***** Chapter 24 *****
Disclaimer: All ATWT characters the property of P&G/Telenext. Harry Potter and
the characters associated with that universe belong to J. K. Rowling, Warner
Brothers, and Scholastic. No copyright infringement intended. No profit made
from this fiction.
Note that this is a side story based on the events of Promised, a fic written
for the Nuke Bigbang 2012 that combined a Nuke and a Drarry fic.
IMPORTANT: This story is a side story and is based on the events of my previous
story, Promised. This story takes place about ten years after the events
described in that story. Like the previous stories, it is an ATWT crossover.
A/N: I will post this story one chapter at a time. I probably will not post
every day, as August is my busiest month at work.
------
"Mister Brigham," said Professor Mayer, "I'd like to see you for a moment after
class."
The young man paled, but nodded. The rest of the students filed slowly out of
the class, Scott took the extra time to carefully pack up his materials,
stowing them and then waiting.
Noah looked at the young man. "Explain."
"What?"
"Why do I have four Hufflepuffs who claim you pushed an unwanted advance on
Ethan Snyder?"
"Four?"
Noah nodded.
"Crap."
"Language, Mister Brigham."
"What do you want me to say?" Scott took a deep breath. "I just. He's going
after guys now, so I thought I'd--"
"Are you suicidal?"
"What?"
"Do you have any idea what Teddy will do to you if he identifies who it was
that tried to touch Ethan?"
"He wouldn't. He's head boy!"
"He's Ethan's claimed mate!" Noah's hand came down hard on the table with a
crack.
"He would?"
Noah nodded. "And favorite or no, Professor Longbottom will support any action
Teddy takes in defense of his mating. You can count on that."
"I just wanted.... Ethan's so hot!"
Noah laughed. "I understand the attraction."
"Oh God, Professor, that's sick!"
"I married his brother, Mister Brigham. I understand how attractive Snyder men
can be."
"Then why not? Why can't I... he's allowed. It's Teddy that's bound not to have
an outside partner. And Ethan's not a wolf, so he doesn't have the mating for
life tradition stopping him."
"And what about Teddy?"
"Who cares. Since when has that mattered to Eth--"
"Since he claimed Teddy. It matters to him, Mister Brigham. He said no. That
should be enough."
Scott groaned. "Do you have any idea how hard it is to fin--"
"I do. I know, I was promised, but my promised wasn't here. I had to find love
and companionship, and it was hard. I know it's still hard. Do not think it has
been so easy for Teddy. Or for Ethan, struggling as he did with his desire for
rougher sport."
"He's--"
"Taken, Mister Brigham."
Scott closed his eyes. "And if I pursue him anyway?"
"Teddy will hex you. If you're lucky it will be something as mundanely
terrifying as the Curse of the Faithless Legionnaire."
"No one knows it," said Scott, trying to laugh it off.
"Teddy does."
"How do you know?" asked Scott, opening his eyes to look back at Professor
Mayer.
Noah shook his head. "I taught it to him."
"But I... I just want...."
"And if I could help you with that, with finding someone? It can't be Ethan."
"You would...."
Noah laughed. "It's in my interests for the school not to implode. The
headmistress is having a hard time with this. It's been twenty years since a
student married before taking their NEWT levels."
"Not married yet. He said there had to be--"
"Mister Brigham," said Noah, his voice quietly certain, "you can be sure there
will be a wedding at this school over the holidays."
"But the Malfoys, they'd never... not unless one of them was...."
Noah nodded.
"One of them. Already?"
"Let me help you, Mister Brigham. You have to know--"
"It's true then?"
Noah did not answer, but he did not deny the truth either.
Scott turned away. "I just wanted.... I watched you know. Ethan, so fucking
hot. And he kept taking girls and I kept wanting him but I knew girls were what
he wanted so I left it alone. And then he was with Teddy and it was so bleeding
sudden. But a boy, Professor. He was sleeping with a boy and I saw my chance.
But I didn't really have a chance, did I?"
"No."
"Does it always hurt like this?"
"Sometimes it's worse," said Noah softly.
"How can you help me?"
"You have detention. For pushing your advance with Ethan when he said no."
"And that will help?"
Noah smiled. "There's another student serving detention with you. I will
arrange to be called away. If you decide to take a chance, you might both find
something to ease your loneliness."
"Who?"
"Anthony Tumwater."
"Ravenclaw? The tall boy with--"
Noah nodded.
"He's...?"
"Yes."
"You're sure? He's so focused."
"He's Ravenclaw," said Noah. "And being focused keeps him from thinking about
being alone."
"He's not Ethan."
"Indeed. He's available. You'd have to convince him. He's painfully shy."
"Will he want me?"
"Mister Brigham, he's wanted you for a long time. But other than your house, no
one knows your preferences. Indeed, I think most of your house was rather
stunned last night when you pursued Ethan."
Scott looked away. "You think he'd want to...."
"I think that's something for you to ask him."
"And if I wanted to pursue him?"
"You might try a touch and a kiss."
"And if I want more than that?"
Noah smirked. "He's a boy. Persuade him." Noah got serious for a moment. "But
don't forget your charms. Madam Pomfrey and Madam Weasley are both rather
busy."
"I still want Ethan," said Scott rather sadly.
"I know. Don't shut the doors of your heart just because the person you most
want is not available."
"You were promised, how would you--"
"I still shared love with someone before I spoke my renewal. Love, and ecstasy.
Mister Tumwater is half-blood. There's no promise to take him away, no wolf
blood for a claim to keep him from you." Noah looked very seriously at the
young man. "Trust me when I tell you this, as the mate of a wolf. As a
submissive with a mate who owns me to my soul. You will never take Ethan Snyder
from Teddy. He will rip you limb from limb with his bare hands if you try."
Scott gulped. "Anthony really is interested in me?"
Noah laughed and nodded. "For a long time."
"He's a good guy?"
"Come to the detention, Mister Brigham, and find out."
Scott clasped his hands together and stared at them for a long time. "Okay."
Noah smiled and tousled the boy's hair. "See, that's not so bad."
"He's going to hate me. I'm Hufflepuff, the other houses all think we're
boring."
"And that's why Ethan Snyder was the most eligible bachelor at the school."
"You know what I mean."
"I know Professor Longbottom would dispute Herbology not being sexy. And I
think if Anthony saw you dig, he'd get over his shyness quickly. Quidditch
isn't the only way to get built."
Scott reflexively touched the sculpted planes of his stomach and smiled, his
mind spinning. "Will Ethan forgive me?"
"Eventually."
"As long as I...."
Noah walked to the door and opened it, holding it open. "As long as you stop.
He needs to know you won't interfere between him and Teddy."
"So if I went after someone else...."
"Detention is tonight, after dinner. Promptly, Mister Brigham."
Scott paused at the door and looked into Noah's eyes. "Yes, Professor."
***** Chapter 25 *****
Disclaimer: All ATWT characters the property of P&G/Telenext. Harry Potter and
the characters associated with that universe belong to J. K. Rowling, Warner
Brothers, and Scholastic. No copyright infringement intended. No profit made
from this fiction.
Note that this is a side story based on the events of Promised, a fic written
for the Nuke Bigbang 2012 that combined a Nuke and a Drarry fic.
IMPORTANT: This story is a side story and is based on the events of my previous
story, Promised. This story takes place about ten years after the events
described in that story. Like the previous stories, it is an ATWT crossover.
A/N: Posting the rest today.
------
Teddy sighed softly as he had the inevitable meeting after each class with his
professors. The constant disappointed tone and then a pile of work. Only his
extended family spared him. Neville tousled his hair and gave him a token
assignment to catch up. Noah looked at him, laughed, and said he was so far
ahead in potions already it made no sense to give him more work. And his
parents just shook their head and said they were accepting his challenge as a
practicum in lieu of the week's work.
Transfiguration, Ancient Runes, Arithmancy, those were all a different story.
He had dozens of feet of essays to write and he felt already overwhelmed by it
all. He wished he was back in bed with his mate. He'd been so concerned over
the Brigham boy's scent on his mate that he'd spent what time they had scent
marking Ethan. It had been hot, and he'd been thrilled that Ethan had allowed
it. Knowing that even after his shower that every wolf in the castle would
still know it, that Ethan had allowed Teddy to scent him.
But they hadn't talked. Ethan still didn't know about... Teddy set a hand on
his stomach. Eight pups of his blood and Ethan's, growing inside him. Brigham
had tried to take that away, and Teddy couldn't help the growl that rose inside
him. A hand rested gently on Teddy's shoulder. He looked up to see Professor
Longbottom, in his usual dull brown teaching robes.
"Thinking about Brigham?" asked Neville.
Teddy rolled a bit of his upper lip into his mouth and nodded.
"How did you know it was him?"
"He touched my mate!" hissed Teddy.
"You smelled him?"
Teddy nodded.
"Ethan rebuffed the boy, you know that."
Teddy looked away. "It's Ethan, Uncle Nev. He... he loves sex. What if he....
He could. He's allowed and it would...." Teddy's face scrunched into a twisted
mask as he tried to fight the tears. "It would break me!"
"You could give him permission. Control the circumstances."
"No! He's--" A sob escaped Teddy and then he was held gently, by Neville.
"Warn the boy off then."
"I can't, school--"
"You can. Be circumspect. But a warning is appropriate. Ethan told him no,
Teddy. Remind him."
Teddy shook his head. "I'd hurt him."
"Is your wolf that out of control?"
"I think it sees Brigham as a threat to our pups."
Neville's face grew dark. "I can shelter you from a lot of consequences, Ted,
but if you hurt the boy, the headmistress will try to expel you."
"I know. But I'm a wolf, Uncle Nev. And he... he touched my mate."
"Where?"
"On his arse!"
"Bare?"
Teddy shook his head. "But I could smell his breath on my mate's face, I could
smell how close he got to him."
"Ethan was a player, Ted. You know that. Brigham has nursed a crush on Ethan
for a long time. He saw him going for boys and saw an opportunity. I'm sure
that's all there is--"
"It's not an opportunity! Ethan's my mate. And that boy touched him. I want
to... to tear him to pieces. I want to feel his throat as I tear it out. I want
him never to be a--"
Neville set a hand gently on Teddy's gut. "Tell him why. He's Hufflepuff. He'll
understand Ethan's loyalty to this."
"I wanted to keep it..."
"You're going to get big, like I did last time, like your Poppy did with Ankaa.
And it will happen so fast, Teddy, with eight. Is it more important to keep the
secret or make sure Ethan is here with you?"
Teddy gulped. "Can I scare him?"
"As long as you don't hurt him."
"The headmistress will--"
"Defer to me on this matter. Go. Do it now, or it will eat you up inside."
Teddy leaned in to hug Neville briefly and then slipped along the corridors
until he found Scott standing with a few other Hufflepuffs. He took a deep
breath, fortifying himself, and then marched into the center of the group,
seized the rather larger man, and lifted him easily with the strength born of
his wolf's blood.
"Brigham," he hissed through clenched teeth.
"What the hell!"
"You touched my mate, Brigham!"
"You don't fucking own him, Lupin!"
"Hey, Teddy, put him down," said Barnabus.
Teddy turned and growled at Barnabus, the look on his face enough to make even
the muscular chaser step back.
"Why?" hissed Teddy, looking back to Scott, "He's my mate! Why!"
"I want him, okay! It's not like the gay boys have lots of choices, you know."
It was true enough. Despite heroes like Harry and Neville being out, there was
still a stigma, a nervousness carried over from the Muggle world that infected
the school, and only a few purebloods ever seemed to be out. Teddy considered,
but didn't let Brigham down.
"Come on, Teddy," said Emmett, a sixth year on the Hufflepuff Quidditch team. A
beater, he was larger and beefier than Barnabus, built more solid than even
Ethan. He stepped up to Teddy and set a hand on his arm, trying to force Teddy
to lower Scott to the ground, his eyes getting huge as he realized he didn't
have the strength to do it. Teddy's eyes glanced at the hand on his arm and he
growled, a warning rumble, until Emmett stepped back.
Teddy pushed Scott up against a wall, growling. "Ethan is my mate!"
"I didn't--"
"You put a hand on his arse!"
"He was wearing robes!"
"You tried to get him into bed!"
"I did," said Scott, closing his eyes. "And he rebuffed me, okay?"
"You tried to take him from me! From our pups!"
Scott's eyes flew open. "Pups?" he squeaked.
Teddy dropped Brigham roughly to the ground and set a hand on his stomach. "He
has a family, Brigham. One you tried to--"
Scott shook his head. "I wouldn't do that. I didn't know!"
"I will protect my pups, Brigham."
"You should," said Scott awkwardly, dusting himself off and taking the hand
Barnabus offered him to help him get back on his feet. "I didn't know, Teddy."
"Now that you do?"
"I'm Hufflepuff, Teddy. I'm not going to get between Ethan and his family. He
clearly chose you. I was... I won't deny I was hoping he'd keep me on the side.
I would've... maybe I shouldn't, but I would've found a way to live with it.
But you're pregnant?"
Teddy nodded.
"He knows, doesn't he?"
"Yes."
"I'll leave him alone, Teddy," said Scott, shaken. "I wouldn't keep a father
from his children."
Teddy growled again, baring teeth, and then walked away.
***** Chapter 26 *****
Disclaimer: All ATWT characters the property of P&G/Telenext. Harry Potter and
the characters associated with that universe belong to J. K. Rowling, Warner
Brothers, and Scholastic. No copyright infringement intended. No profit made
from this fiction.
Note that this is a side story based on the events of Promised, a fic written
for the Nuke Bigbang 2012 that combined a Nuke and a Drarry fic.
IMPORTANT: This story is a side story and is based on the events of my previous
story, Promised. This story takes place about ten years after the events
described in that story. Like the previous stories, it is an ATWT crossover.
A/N: Final chapter. Only the epilogue left.
------
Teddy smiled at the soft nip against his ear. He'd been standing near the
entrance to the hall, trying to decide where to sit. He trembled and closed his
eyes. "*Eeeeth*."
"Hello, sweet darlin'," Ethan whispered into his ear, his tongue flicking to
tease the soft exposed ridges inside. He wrapped his arms around Teddy and
pulled him backwards into his chest. "Missed you all day."
"Eat with me?"
Ethan glanced to the Hufflepuff table, where Scott was sitting and softly
kissed Teddy just below his ear. "He's not a threat."
"I just need...."
Ethan's hand found Teddy's wrist, and rubbed the markings there, and Teddy'
eyes fluttered back into his skull. He whimpered as his legs got weak and his
breath got fast and shallow. "*Eeeth*...."
"Lead the way, darlin'," said Ethan.
Teddy turned and kissed him suddenly and deeply and Ethan moaned into it until
a passing professor reprimanded them both and sent them scurrying together to
the Slytherin table.
Teddy quickly silenced the anxious round of questions at the table, insisting
that Ethan be allowed to eat. Teddy piled nearly raw meat onto his plate and
looked a bit apologetically at Ethan, and then began to eat, tearing at it
until the blood ran down his jaw. When he was done he took his napkin and
lightly dabbed at his chin until it was dry and licked his lips as he looked at
Ethan.
"I love you," said Ethan softly, looking directly at him and indicating a spot
on his own chin. "You missed a spot."
Teddy quickly dabbed at the spot Ethan had indicated and smiled at him.
"You were hungry," Ethan said, looking at Teddy's empty plate.
"We were vigorous," said Teddy, waggling his eyebrows, "and we didn't eat a lot
on the train."
Ethan smiled at that, taking a bite of the food on his own plate. "You have
homework?"
Teddy groaned. "A ton."
"Me too. Especially if I'm going to play this weekend."
Teddy looked away. "I guess that means..."
"Hey," said Ethan, "darlin', it's not like that. We can study together. With
Jamie and...."
Teddy whimpered and reached across the table to hold Ethan's hand. "Hey, I just
thought. I mean supervised we wouldn't just jump each other."
Teddy nodded. "Brilliant. We can. Maybe Barton and Barnabus? At the library?"
"And Emmett. Maybe Parkinson? They've already done some of the work so they
could help. And your potions, maybe together we could all help each other?"
"Not Brigham."
"He wouldn't do anything," said Ethan, glancing back at the Hufflepuff table.
"He has detention anyway."
"Good. Eth, I... I need to talk to you about," he set his hand on his stomach.
"I know you told some of the guys. They asked me if it was true."
"Eth, there's--"
"Noah said. That there was something you needed to tell me."
Teddy glanced around. It was still early but they were both done eating. "Talk
to your Hufflepuffs. I'll arrange with my Slytherins. We can meet them in the
library after."
"After what?"
"After we talk, Eth."
"Fine. Where?"
Teddy closed his eyes. He could do this. "Gryffindor tower. Uncle Neville's
suite." He waved his wand so only Ethan could hear him. "Password is hemlock."
Teddy glanced over at Neville. The man looked at him and smiled, and when
Teddy's eyes moved up questioningly he smiled again and nodded.
"Okay, I'll talk to them. You take care of yours and I'll meet you up there in
a few minutes."
Ethan got up and walked over to Hufflepuff, talking to his year mates and
starting in on a pudding, Teddy noticed. He smiled. That was his Ethan. Teddy
quickly rallied Davis Parkinson and Jamie Barton, explained what was up and
arranged with them to meet in the library to study. He took a deep breath. Was
this going to freak Ethan out? He hoped... he had to hope it wouldn't.
Quietly he slipped out of the Great Hall and up the stairs to Gryffindor Tower.
He gave the password and entered, assaulted almost immediately by tiny pups,
who he leaned down to pet. A large wolf loped over and Teddy gave the required
deference to Viktor immediately. The wolf stood, transforming quickly, and
looked seriously at him.
"Medvyedchik is bringing Ethan? To be seeing pups?"
Teddy nodded.
"Is good. Is going to Great Hall to be visiting with mate. Be taking time.
Zhensi will be coming if is calling. Be letting Vitya know when is leaving, so
can be returning to pups." And then Viktor was calling his wand to him, and
with a wave of it he was dressed and stepping through the Floo.
Teddy moved to an area on the rug that was heavily padded and lowered himself
to the floor carefully, quickly finding himself the target of fierce play by
the pups. He hardly heard when Ethan opened the door and quietly stood at the
entrance watching him.
Teddy kept playing with the pups until one of them nudged his hands, crawling
into them and transforming into a tiny child, whose head leaned against his
shoulder.
"They're beautiful," said Ethan quietly. "So many!"
Teddy gulped. "Yeah."
"Ted, what's wrong?"
"Sit," said Teddy. "Hold them."
Ethan smiled and teased the short muzzle of a pup until it leapt at his chest.
He caught the pup, who wriggled against him and rested its muzzle against his
neck, falling quickly into sleep. Ethan stroked the pup's fur gently, and sat
across from Teddy. "He never lets...."
"You're pack now," said Teddy, his arms cradling the child in them carefully.
"And this... this is a litter." He looked up at Ethan. "Like we'll have."
"But a bit bigger," said Ethan, laughing nervously.
Teddy shook his head. "No, Ethan. We... on the train, we mated as wolves. I was
still in heat, and we. There's two litters inside me, Eth. Two. Eight pups.
Just like Neville."
Ethan trembled. "Eight?" he squeaked.
Teddy gulped and nodded. "I'm sorry."
"No! Teddy, please. Don't be. I'm not. I'm scared. Terrified. But I'm"--tears
fell from Ethan's eyes--"I'm not sorry. I made pups inside you, Ted. You took
my love and you made us pups. God, I love you."
Teddy was trembling.
"Mine," said Ethan, licking his lips and looking at Teddy with a predatory
glint in his eyes.
"Zhensi!" called Teddy.
"Yes, young Master."
"Let Uncle Vitya know we're done." He glanced at Ethan and then the pups,
questioningly and Ethan nodded. "And that we'd both like to visit with the pups
together a couple times a week so we can be better parents."
"Yes, young Master."
"Can you take Natasha?"
The house elf nodded and gently lifted Natasha from Teddy's arms.
"Is being guest bedroom made up for you," said Zhensi.
Teddy's eyes widened.
"Master Vitya is knowing that young Master Snyder would have this reaction. He
said to tell you 'if is to be fucking, then be doing on bed out of sight of
little ones.'"
Ethan shifted into his wolf form and Teddy smiled, making a leap over the couch
onto his own four legs and running for the bedroom. Ethan followed and they
found the bed inside made up with thick furs rather than sheets. Teddy leaped
up onto it, laying on his stomach, forepaws splayed presenting his arse up,
waggling it back and forth, his tail arched over his back. He let our a
plaintive whisper as Ethan leaped heavily onto the bed and began to lick him.
Teddy whimpered more and then a heavy body covered him and muzzle nuzzled
against his. Teeth bit into his neck and shoulder and he howled as Ethan took
him, his body humping and his cock sinking deep and growing, growing at the
base until they were locked together and Ethan was coming inside him.
Then there was a human man on top of him, and Teddy was shifting too, but Ethan
was still locked inside him. He shivered against Teddy. "I love you, darlin',"
he said softly, kissing against the marks on Teddy's shoulder. They lay there,
knotted together, Ethan covering Teddy, whispering lovingly to each other,
until the knot subsided enough for Ethan to pull himself free of Teddy, and
then he pulled Teddy to him, and held him some more.
"You were scared?"
"I thought you might...."
"I won't run. Not from this. I claimed you, and you're mine."
Teddy looked up at him. "But I can't. You can't take me the way...."
"Shh. You won't be pregnant forever. And when you've had the pups, we'll find
some time together and I'll mark you the way I know you want to be. And until
then, if I need to get rough, darlin', I'll do what we just did, and take you
hard and primal as a wolf."
"You're really okay with taking care of Uncle Neville's pups?"
"It's good practice, darlin'. And we'll need that. Especially... eight...."
Ethan shook his head and kissed Teddy gently on the top of the head. "We'll go
mad, you know, with eight."
"Kreacher helped with me when I was small. I thought, maybe, I'd ask Pop if we
could borrow him."
Ethan smiled. "See. We'll find a way sweet darlin'. We will."
"I'm...." Teddy closed his eyes. "I'm sorry you had to kill someone. I never
wanted that."
"Shh." Ethan tipped Teddy's head up and kissed him sweetly. "He tried to take
your heat from me. He tried to rape you, Ted. I'm never going to let anyone
hurt you that way."
Teddy whimpered and Ethan nipped him lightly at the neck. The smile on Teddy's
face was beautiful.
"Come on. Our friends are waiting," said Ethan.
***** Epilogue *****
Disclaimer: All ATWT characters the property of P&G/Telenext. Harry Potter and
the characters associated with that universe belong to J. K. Rowling, Warner
Brothers, and Scholastic. No copyright infringement intended. No profit made
from this fiction.
Note that this is a side story based on the events of Promised, a fic written
for the Nuke Bigbang 2012 that combined a Nuke and a Drarry fic.
IMPORTANT: This story is a side story and is based on the events of my previous
story, Promised. This story takes place about ten years after the events
described in that story. Like the previous stories, it is an ATWT crossover.
A/N: This is the final piece of the final story in the whole Promised universe.
I hope you've enjoyed spending time in my crossover world.
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Teddy screamed. Ethan pulled the pup from his mate, and handed the tiny shape
to Neville, his hands quickly darting in at Noah's direction to take another.
"Three more, Teddy," said Harry, his hand held in the young wolf's iron grip,
"Just three more, hold on."
Ethan's hands delved into Teddy again, pulling forth another child and handing
the tiny pup into Vitya's hands.
"Poppy!" screamed Teddy, and his pop was there, wrapping his hands around Harry
and Teddy's both.
"I'm here, Ted. You're almost there, my son."
His scream was ear-splitting, degenerating at the end into a plaintive howl.
Faces hard, Madam Pomfrey and Ginny Weasley both stood ready, but they could do
nothing for Teddy until the last of the litter was out.
"Hold on, darlin'," said Ethan, wincing as his hands entered his mate's abdomen
again. "Hold on."
"You bastard!" shouted Teddy. "I'm never letting your cock near me again, you
hear me!"
Ethan looked at Luke, who was already holding one of the tiny pups in his arms.
Luke shook his head and looked back at the immensely swollen stomach of the
Slytherin. Ethan gritted his teeth against the pain as his hands sought out the
seventh pup. He was shuddering as he pulled it out, setting the tiny form into
Minerva McGonagall's hands.
"Just one more darling'," he said.
"Ethan!"
"Hold on darlin'," said Ethan.
"Hurts!"
"I know, darlin'," said Ethan, his hands moving inside Teddy one more time. He
found the tiny body of their pup and gently lifted it out of Teddy. Noah came
to him with a towel, swiftly cleaning the pup as he'd done all the others,
handing it carefully to Ginny Weasley, and then wiping the caustic potions from
Ethan's arms. Noah poured potions over his arms to finish neutralizing the
potions that had allowed him to pull the pups free and wiped his hands clean,
then Ginny carefully handed the pup to him.
"Teddy, darlin'," said Ethan, sitting opposite Harry and Draco, holding the pup
close against his chest. "You did good, darlin'."
"Not touching your cock again ever!" shouted Teddy as Noah and Ginny and Madam
Pomfrey swarmed around his stomach, casting spells and massaging potions into
his skin.
Ethan held the tiny pup up. "Our little ones."
Teddy looked at Ethan holding their pup and tears flowed down his face. "Our
pups." He looked at Ginny. "Can I?"
She smiled at him, pausing in her spell work long enough to nod.
Ethan handed the baby to him, and Teddy held it close, kissing the little pup
on the nose. "God, we have to name them all!"
"Oh, no... don't even try it," said Ethan. "You've been reading baby name books
at every opportunity for months. Do I get to name one?"
Teddy smiled. "This baby boy."
Ethan stroked Teddy's face, then the fur of his pup. "Lucas Orion," he said
softly. "Is that okay?"
Teddy smiled at him and leaned up to kiss him, drawing shouts from Ginny and
Madam Pomfrey.
Viktor stepped forward, a now much cleaner pup in his arms. "Is needing to be
held close against fur. Is pups not being able to deal with cold. Must be
nestled against warm chest and stomach of wolf, deep into fur, and kept warm."
"No, he's not transforming into a wolf after that surgery!"
"Is not suggesting, Madam Pomfrey. Was thinking Ethan could be to warm them,
and wrap himself against his mate. Would to be holding all of pups together. Is
important time for pup, to be bonding with parent."
Ethan kissed Teddy gently and transfigured the bed with a casual gesture to be
wider, then shifted calmly and pulled the pup from Vitya's hands by the scruff
of the neck, licking her all over and looking at Neville. Calmly, each in turn
the pups were lifted carefully from the arms of their family, licked and
nuzzled, and then piled together. And Ethan wrapped himself around them, and
felt them nuzzle into his fur.
Teddy snuggled close to them and kissed Ethan gently on the muzzle. "I love
you, Ethan Snyder."
Ethan let out a soft howl and licked his mate's face, laying his head on
Teddy's chest.
Slowly the others left the room, one by one, until only Draco and Harry were
left.
"We love you Teddy," said Draco softly, brushing the sweaty strands of Teddy's
hair from his face. He looked pointedly at Ethan, "and your mate, too. He's
family, same as you."
Then he tousled Teddy's sweaty platinum blonde hair, nodded at Harry, and
waited for him by the door.
Harry sat, holding Teddy's hand. "I feel like I'm saying goodbye."
"You said that at the wedding too," said Teddy with a tired smile.
"I still don't like that he hits you," said Harry, brushing fingers against the
faded bruise under Teddy's eye.
"He makes me feel protected."
"By hitting you?"
"You don't have to understand it, Dad. Just." Teddy looked at dark brown eyes,
staring down the length of a muzzle at him. The wolf whimpered and licked its
nose. "He loves me so much, Dad, to do that for me."
"You're going to be bruised again," said Harry, "now that the pups are here."
Teddy smiled, a hand stroking Ethan's head. "Yeah. I'll be happy to have my
marks again. I've missed them."
Harry was quiet for a moment. He took a deep breath. "He's careful?"
"Always."
Harry's fingers sought and found the pups wriggling against Ethan's thick coat.
"I... I was hoping."
"Lily Cassiopeia," said Teddy. "I know it was important to you."
"Oh, son!"
"He's my mate, Dad."
"You still feel like you belong?" asked Harry.
Teddy leaned down and kissed Ethan's snout. "Yeah, Dad, I really do."
Ethan licked him gently on the face, then howled, deep and long and plaintive.
Harry looked gravely at the wolf. "Take care of my boy, Mister Snyder." He
walked to the door and took Draco's hand, and they walked out, together.
Teddy snuggled up against Ethan, feeling the swipe of uncoordinated feet
against his belly as the pups wriggled against them both in their sleep. He
pulled the blankets up over both of them, wrapped his arms around Ethan, losing
his fingers in the fur of Ethan's back, and slowly fell asleep in a pile of
warmth with his family.
***** BONUS: The Detention *****
Disclaimer: All ATWT characters the property of P&G/Telenext. Harry Potter and
the characters associated with that universe belong to J. K. Rowling, Warner
Brothers, and Scholastic. No copyright infringement intended. No profit made
from this fiction.
Note that this is a side story based on the events of Promised, a fic written
for the Nuke Bigbang 2012 that combined a Nuke and a Drarry fic.
IMPORTANT: This story is a side story and is based on the events of my previous
story, Promised. This story takes place about ten years after the events
described in that story. Like the previous stories, it is an ATWT crossover.
A/N: You know that detention Noah assigns? Yes, I actually wrote the scene.
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Anthony Tumwater arrived for detention quietly. He endured the piercing glare
of Professor Mayer's unnaturally blue eyes, and followed them to the pile of
cauldrons awaiting scrubbing.
"Sir?"
Professor Mayer pointed at the cauldrons and quietly resumed his work. Anthony
took a deep breath. "By myself, sir? That'll take--"
"Hours," said Professor Mayer, his deep baritone filling the room despite the
fact that he'd spoken rather softly. "But you won't be alone. Mister Brigham
will be joining you."
"Sir?"
"From Hufflepuff," said the professor, pointing at the pile. "Get to work."
Anthony groaned, searching his pockets for a hair elastic and then pulling the
hair back and securing it. He stepped up to the pile, pulled the least
offensive looking specimen from it, and then began to scour the cauldron clean.
"Professor Mayer," came a voice. God, such a sexy voice. He'd always thought
so. Did the professor know this was his secret crush? Scott Brigham. Those
gorgeous curly dark brown locks. The strong features, high cheekbones,
prominent jaw. The perpetual five o'clock shadow that was rough in a sexy way
and didn't look unkempt. And his eyes. They were green at the edge and blue in
the center around the pupil and it was a spell binding sight, Anthony had
always thought so. "Sorry I'm late."
"Cauldrons," said Professor Mayer.
"Yes, sir."
Scott Brigham walked over to the pile and picked a cauldron up. From his
technique, Anthony could tell he'd done this before. The Ravenclaw glanced up
at the front desk, where the professor sat marking essays. "Any tips?" he
hissed softly.
"Never had detention before?" asked Brigham with a soft chuckle.
Anthony shook his head. "Don't rightly know what I did this time."
"You're lucky. I know exactly what I did. I just wish Mayer didn't!"
"What was it?" whispered Anthony, sparing a glance to the professor, though he
appeared lost in thought as he reviewed essays.
Scott chuckled as he studied his cauldron and began scrubbing.
"He didn't catch you with someone?"
Scott shook his head. "As if... no one to catch me with." He sighed. "I made a
move on Snyder. He went for Teddy, so I figured that was...." He shook his head
again. "Made a mess. Got rebuffed hard and I pushed it. I... I really wanted
him."
"I can see that," said Anthony. "Snyder's hot."
He flushed red as he caught Professor Mayer looking at him.
"God, he's staring."
"You have to keep scrubbing while you talk," said Scott, elbowing him lightly
in the ribs. "Trust me. The noise of the scrubbing helps cover the whispers
too."
Anthony scrubbed and scoured and after what seemed an age the cauldron was
clean. He set it in a pile, noting that somehow Scott, starting after, had
managed to clean three cauldrons, getting every one of them cleaner than he had
managed with his one, and pulled another cauldron from the pile. He grabbed a
scouring brush and started cleaning.
"So your thing for Snyder," said Anthony. "Any luck?"
"Damn near stripped for him and it didn't do any good." Scott wiped his hair
away from his brow with the back of his hand. "Speaking of stripping, it's too
damned hot in here." He set aside the cauldron and stripped off the heavy outer
robes, pulling lose his Hufflepuff tie and removing the white shirt as well,
leaving him in only a white tank, the neck deeply cut and showing a bit of
brown hair at the chest.
Anthony gulped. The white tank was sheer with sweat, and very tight, clinging
to the sharp ridges and valleys of perfectly defined abs. Scott stretched and
the muscles popped under the shirt, then he returned to the wash basin and his
cauldron.
Scott smiled at him. "You should probably too, you know. Trust me, this only
gets hotter. When we get to the real muck at the bottom of the pile, the water
will have to be scorching hot.
Anthony glanced at Mayer. Technically they were being disciplined and should
remain in uniform, though Mayer hadn't as much as batted an eyelash when Scott
disrobed. Anthony gulped. It was intimidating, that perfect body, but he
stripped off his own robes and shirt, thankful that his t-shirt was nowhere
near as revealing as Scott's. He wasn't prepared for the friendly slap across
the back.
"That's the spirit," said Scott, bending down to scrub. His arse stuck out as
he did so, the uniform pants clinging to the generous and perfectly melon round
globes of arse. Anthony pushed his waist quickly against the basin to hide his
reaction to that.
"S-so," said Anthony, "Snyder is--"
"Apparently being faithful for once, yeah," said Scott. He set aside another
cauldron and pulled the next from the pile. His sixth. Anthony was still on his
second.
"How are you doing that?"
"Scrubbing cauldrons for detention since first year. Hufflepuff."
Of course, Mayer was their head of house. He'd probably been scrubbing
cauldrons a lot.
"You get in trouble that much?"
"Mayer likes order. We're not an orderly bunch, so there's a lot of detentions.
And we... we're sappy romantics, so stupid things like what I did." Scott
sighed. "Really not so uncommon. Especially for fourth and fifth years."
"Not sixth and seventh?" asked Anthony.
"Most people pair off by then."
"But you haven't?"
Scott laughed. "I'm gay, man. Who do you know who is?"
Anthony gulped. He was. But Scott was right, if Teddy and Ethan were pulled out
of that list there was no one.
"Well, Ethan's supposed to be a right bastard in bed anyway," said Anthony. "At
least that's what Mina says."
"He likes it rough. The sounds we'd hear before he learned proper silencing
charms!" Scott chuckled and looked like he was about to say something else when
the professor stood.
"Mister Brigham."
Scott groaned and set aside the current cauldron. "Yes, Professor?"
"I have to attend to a situation. I know I can trust you to see that"--he
gestured to the pile of cauldrons--"gets completed."
"Yes, sir."
The professor's eyes took another deep look at Anthony, and then he was gone in
a swirl of billowing black.
"How does he know we won't just leave?" asked Anthony.
"Charm on the door," said Scott. "At least we won't have to whisper."
Scott returned to his cauldron, humming softly as he scrubbed.
Anthony bit his lip. "So. Other than Ethan, whom do you fancy?"
"I try not to think about it," replied Scott. "No real options, you know."
"Tell me about it," breathed out Anthony, too softly for Scott to hear.
They continued cleaning the cauldrons. Anthony was amazed at Scott's impressive
pace, and within the space of an hour they were done. Anthony tried the door
only to find it locked.
"What the hell?"
Scott laughed. "Detention is until ten, we won't get out until then."
"But... he's not coming back?"
"I doubt he expected us to finish so quickly."
"That was your doing," said Anthony, "I still don't know how you did it."
"Well, now we have to amuse ourselves for a while," said Scott, stripping off
his soaked tank top and tossing it with the other clothes.
Anthony managed to stifle his gasp. Scott was gorgeous. The promise revealed
earlier by his tank was more than an idle promise. His stomach rippled with
muscle, smooth save for a sparse trail of brown hair from just above his belly
button and down into his trousers. The hair on his chest was thicker and the
same dark brown, and it was all Anthony could do to resist the urge to sink his
fingers into it.
Scott pulled himself lightly onto the edge of one of the work tables. "So, what
should we do?"
Anthony felt his heart stutter. This was his wet dream, this man. "I dunno.
What would you suggest."
"Not sure most drinking games would work," said Scott. "And there's no alcohol
anyway."
"We could just talk," said Anthony, wishing he felt as elegant as Scott had
looked as he pulled himself onto the work table opposite.
"All right," said Scott, laying sideways and rolling onto his back, one leg
hanging off the table, the other in a peak, with the knee pointed at the
ceiling. "So how did you get stuck here?"
"Not sure. My cauldron exploded and the professor shouted something about
managing my dragon's scales. But there weren't dragon scales in the potion I
was making. And he'd be right, adding them would have been a bungle." Anthony
shook his head. "Not one I'd have made, either."
"Better than hitting on your house's favorite Quidditch star... and getting
turned down cold."
"At least you try."
"Oi, then," said Scott. "You're a good enough looking bloke, why don't you ask
someone?"
Anthony pulled the elastic from his hair and let his hair fall down around his
face. "It's a cruel question," he said softly.
"Not meant to be," replied Scott. "I mean, hell, I had my hand on Ethan's arse.
Bloody gorgeous. Worth the detention just to have done it. Just to have felt
that."
"Was it good?"
"So fucking good."
"Had you ever... I mean. Had you ever touched someone like that before?"
"He was wearing clothes," said Scott. Then a few moments later, quieter. "No.
No, I hadn't."
Anthony sighed. "And it's still more than I... Fuck. Can we talk about--"
"Never?"
Anthony shook his head. "Best I have is peeks in the locker room and a story or
two torn out of Warlock Cocktales."
"Were they hot?"
"Bloody brilliant."
"I fancy Zabini," said Scott after a moment. "His skin is just... I want to
drink him up."
"He's straight."
"Yeah, I got that. But he's still gorgeous," said Scott.
Anthony nodded. "Yeah, he is."
Scott turned his head so he was looking at Anthony instead of the ceiling. "You
fancy him too?"
Anthony gulped. "I fancy you," he said, cursing himself as he said the words.
"Me?"
Anthony nodded.
"I'm nobody. I like Herbology. I don't even play Quidditch."
"You're gorgeous. And I like Herbology. It's useful for potions, and that's--
" Anthony gulped. "You're worth fancying. That's all I'm saying."
"You really think so?"
"Yeah."
Scott smiled. "Thank you for that. Wish someone would see that who would do
something about it."
Anthony hesitated. "I always wanted to be dominant. Like Ethan is said to be.
To have a sub boy who..." Anthony shook his head. "To have a submissive boy who
begged. I wanted... I wanted you to be that boy. Does that shock you?"
"You wanted me?"
Anthony nodded.
"To be your submissive?"
Anthony shut his eyes tight. He heard the sound of Scott's shoes hitting the
floor. He'd taken his chance and now he'd be rejected.
"I'm sorry," whispered Anthony. "I..."
"Please, Master. Let me serve you."
Anthony's eyes opened wide. He trembled. Scott was on his knees, head bowed
before him. "Scott?"
"Master, I am here to serve you." Scott looked up. "May I please you, Master?"
Anthony felt his cock reacting. "You would serve me?"
"Of course, Master. I am here for you. Let me please you?"
Anthony nodded hesitantly. He gasped as strong hands pulled the t-shirt over
his head. Anthony puffed his chest up as best he could, but he couldn't hide
that he was a skinny young man, slim and not very muscular. He also couldn't
hide the gasp when the hands continued to his belt.
"Let me see you, Master?"
Anthony stood and kicked off his shoes as Scott pulled off his trousers and
pants. He was trembling. "What if Professor Mayer..."
"Master, let me please you while there is time? Please?"
"I. Oh God. Oooooh God! Soooo. Oh... Scott!"
But Scott couldn't respond. He'd swallowed down Anthony's cock with anxious
exuberance, choking on it, but keeping going. Anthony's hands were grabbing
hold of Scott's curls and pulling him into the hard length, choking him
further. But Scott kept at it none-the-less.
Anthony looked down, his mouth spreading into a wide grin. "You like it?"
Scott pulled away. "Your boy is ready for you, Master."
"Will you," Anthony gulped. "Boy, will you let me use you? I want to... I never
have."
Scott smiled. "Use me, Master." He stood and dropped his trousers and pants. "I
want you to."
Anthony stared at the trail leading past Scott's waist down to a soft nest of
brown hair surrounding a thick engorged cock, the head peeking past a straining
foreskin as it grew steadily harder. "Oh, fuck."
"Yes, Master. Fuck me, please!"
"It'll be rough. Like they say Ethan is."
"Yes!"
"You'll take it?"
Scott gazed at him with hungry adoration, turning to expose the bare globes of
his arse as he bent over the work table.
Anthony whimpered. So perfect, offered to him. "Spread them!" Anthony's voice
was strangled.
"Yes, Master," said Scott, bending over the table and spreading his arse
cheeks.
Anthony stepped forward, his cock painfully hard, and stretched himself over
Scott's back. "It will hurt, boy."
"Yes, Master!"
Anthony spat on his fingers and began to work the fingers into Scott's arse.
"Oooh, Ooooooh Master!"
Anthony smiled and kissed Scott's back. "That's right boy," he said crooking
his fingers.
"Aiiigh! Ooh. Oooh Master, yes!"
Anthony pulled his fingers out, spitting on them again and then pushing them
deep. Scott squealed. "Maaaasstterr!"
"You like that, boy?"
"Aigh! Aaaah, yes! Yes, Master!"
"I... I've never done... it feels good?"
"Yeeesss!"
Anthony pulled his fingers out of Scott's arse.
"Noooo, nooo, Master. Empty."
"Shhh. Oh, God, boy. Going to use you. It's still what you want?"
"Oh, Master, use me, please. Please, use me!"
Anthony spat and slicked his cock, and then again, and again. He slid his cock
into the crease and Scott moaned.
"You like that my little whore?"
"Oooh, God, oooh, Master. Let me please you, Master!"
Anthony rubbed his cock into the crease and shuddered. "Oooh, Sccooottt!"
"Do it, please."
Anthony seized Scott's waist. "I'm gonna fuck you, boy."
"Yes!"
"Tell me you're sure, Scott, please."
"Master, please. Want it!"
Anthony shuddered as he wriggled his hips and pushed into Scott, who howled.
Anthony stopped. "You--"
"Don't stop. Please. M-Master, fuck me."
"Don't want to hurt you."
"Yes, you do. And... I want you...."
Anthony screwed his eyes shut and sucked hard on a spot on Scott's shoulder. He
let go and then held Scott's hips in an iron grip. "I'm going to... I'm not
going to stop once I...."
"Yes, Master," Scott hissed. "Don't stop."
"It'll hurt."
Scott wriggled backwards into Anthony and gasped.
"Oh, fuck, yes!" Anthony thrust then, he thrust hard, and Scott screamed.
Anthony moaned, his cock surrounded by Scott's heat. "Oooooh fuck, boy."
Scott whimpered.
"Tell me what you want, boy."
"Fuck me, Master."
"Yes!" Anthony pulled out and thrust in hard and Scott squealed. "Say it again,
boy!"
"Fuck me, Master. Oh, God, Oh fuck, ooooooh, ooooh, oh, fuuuuuccckkk!"
Anthony kept thrusting.
"Oh, God. Please, Master, ooooh fuck me, Master! Oooh, oooooh please, fuck me!"
"Beg for it! Beg for it, boy!"
"Ooooh, ooooh Master, please!"
"Aigh... oh, Scott, oh, fucking boy, t-take it boy!" Anthony shuddered and then
there was a clenching against his cock, so tight and Scott was gasping under
him and Anthony was filled with a rush that pooled from his groin and then out
of him and into Scott. He gasped desperately as he fell against Scott's back.
Scott trembled under him. "D-did you like that?" asked Scott.
"Yes, boy," hissed Anthony into his ear.
"I liked being your boy."
Anthony smiled against his skin. "I want you to spend the night with me."
"Will you make me serve you again?"
"As often as I can manage. Is there... I'd like you to sleep in a bed with me,
and wake up with you in the morning."
"There's a room... a cubby with a bed big enough for two, in Hufflepuff."
"You know where it is?"
"I'm a resourceful boy, Master."
Anthony cupped his hand against Scott's arse. "Show me when we get out of
here?"
Scott nodded anxiously as Anthony pulled out of him. "Can I lick you clean,
Master?"
Anthony's jaw dropped as Scott dropped to his knees and sucked down Anthony's
cock.
When he was done, he stood up and his eyes darted down. "Can I kiss you,
Master?"
Anthony leaned in and brought their lips together. And they kissed for some
time, holding each other before they pulled apart. They were still wrapped
together, holding each other, naked, when the door opened.
Professor Mayer cleared his throat and Anthony looked panicked at the potions
master. "I...."
"Professor," began Scott, "we were just...."
"Obviously. Can I trust you to dress before you make your way back to your
rooms?"
"Yes, sir."
"Good." He went back to the door and glanced back over his shoulder. "Of
course, curfew isn't for another hour, if you wish to remain undisturbed."
The door closed behind the potions master. Scott looked at Anthony. "Master?"
"Oh God, Scott, you make me so hot!"
"Will you fuck me again?"
Anthony leaned in and kissed him.
"Is that a yes?"
"Get on your knees, boy!"
"Oh, Maaaaasssttteeerrr!"
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