This is the last thing I wrote about this fic. Found it in notes, lol. chapter 179 is an unfinished chapter.
HP: ABSoA. Ch. 178
"Drop it already, Ron," surprisingly, it was Charles who was trying to get his redheaded friend to shut his mouth.
Potter seemed different, calmer, less overbearing and arrogant. He even seemed to have lost weight. He no longer had that aura of wanting to say, "I'm better than everyone else," he seemed humble and, somehow, more at peace.
"Didn't you see him?" Weasley continued, "he didn't even react when they showed the videos, he's probably already used the curses himself," he accused without any basis.
But strangely enough, he was right. Altair had used two of the three Unforgivable Curses. And if he hadn't used all three, it was because Imperio, for him, was unnecessary. Considering that he had obedience magic whenever he applied mana to his voice.
"Ron," Charles looked tired and a little scared.
"What's wrong, Charles?" Ron looked at him as if he had grown a second head, "Have you already forgotten what he did to Harley?" Charles rubbed his nose.
They were in the Gryffindor common room, the lesson on the Unforgivable Curses had been the talk of all Hogwarts. Word spread that not only the fourth years had received it, but also the fifth and sixth years. And everyone who had already reached the age of majority would have the class. Some sent letters to their parents, afraid. That would be a problem for Dumbledore to deal with.
"I… I don't care, Ron. It's her life," Charles said in a whisper. "I'm going to sleep," he announced as he stood up.
"Maybe he's already done the same thing to your mother," Ron stood up furiously.
The redhead had always counted on Charles's support, both to win over his sister and to attack Altair. The fact that the young Potter refused to play along felt like betrayal to him. Harley had already humiliated him enough at the Quidditch World Cup for his friend not to be there for him now.
"Mind your tongue, Ronald," Charles warned him, he looked genuinely annoyed. His face said that one more word from the redhead and he would throw himself at him.
Ron remained silent as he watched him leave for his room, he was a year younger than him so they didn't share a dormitory. The rest of the common room watched everything with fascination. Ron's face turned the same color as his hair before he left for his own room.
Altair watched everything under an Invisibility Cloak. Harley had given it to him moments earlier so he could sneak in and enter her common room.
How curious life was. Months ago, Weasley's words would have irritated him, they might have hurt him, perhaps. Being accused of a crime would have bothered him. But not at that moment, Ron had no idea how much truth his words carried. Altair had done things worse than Ron could imagine.
'Maybe it's because he's too weak, too?' He didn't recognize Ron as a threat, how do you get angry at a fly that lands on your food? It made no sense at all.
'Even so…' He felt no hatred for Ron, nor resentment. But he still had that pride inside him telling him that things couldn't simply stay like this. He sent a message, the recipient was [Ginevra Weasley], and continued toward the girls' dormitory. He climbed the stairs.
The stairs leading to the girls' rooms were programmed to turn into a slide whenever men tried to climb them. But Altair's cloak completely hid his presence, a peerless relic, one he had not taken apart out of respect for Harley, although she would probably give it to him if he asked.
Knock-knock, he knocked on the door of his girlfriend's room, it opened a few seconds later, seeing no one there, Harley stepped aside. She gave a small jump when Altair smacked her ass, then blushed as she lowered her head.
Fay, Lavender, Parvati, and Harley were in the room, Hermione was nowhere to be seen, probably studying in the library. Altair looked at Fay, the time he fucked her he treated her like some cheap whore who had simply thrown herself at him. Although there wasn't much to say about that, she really had thrown herself at him.
When Altair took off the cloak, Fay looked at him with a blush, the girl quickly tried to leave the room. Altair grabbed her by the arm.
"It's not like you're unfamiliar with what's going to happen. If you leave, don't open your mouth about me being here… but you can stay," if she stayed, he would give her a good fuck. It could be considered an apology for how he treated her in the past. Honestly, the day he fucked her, he had just come from fucking Narcissa, his head was running hot.
"Ah… you're so greedy, Alti," Lavender threw herself at him, her body easily wrapped around his, she stood on tiptoe to kiss him and he lowered his head to meet her.
Altair heard Harley close the door, Fay gave up on her attempts to escape.
Altair kissed his girlfriend. His lips found his girlfriend's softer ones, he caught her lower lip between his own, then bit her lip, while slowly pulling away from her. Lavender let out a sigh as he stroked her back. Harley dropped to her knees, her hand slipped between both of their bodies and pulled off his belt.
He stroked her head, as if she were a puppy, and she smiled at his touch. The girl untied his shoes and took them off. His socks came off, and finally she pulled down his pants. Lavender took care of undressing his upper body, the girl was in no way refined or slow like Harley had been. She tore the buttons off his shirt while pulling hard.
A whistle was heard, Parvati watched everything from her bed. "Lavender wasn't exaggerating when she talked about you," she licked her lips while looking at Altair's bare torso. "And to think Padma was with you…" it had been months ago when Padma was presented to Altair as a Christmas gift, the girl tried to get pregnant by the wizard.
"Ah, Parvati, you could have been there… joined us earlier, but you're a coward," Lavender accused while teasing her. The girl's lips then went to Altair's neck, where she kissed, licked, and nibbled. Altair let out growls as his hands became bolder.
"Ah, she was the reason I couldn't fuck twins, right?" Altair asked.
Harley pulled down his boxers, letting his erect cock spring into the open. There was another whistle from the Indian girl and Fay Dunbar held her breath.
"Yes… bad girl, are you going to punish her with your cock, Daddy?" Harley asked as she took his shaft between her hands, she gave it a few strokes while looking wickedly at Parvati, who swallowed.
"My stuck-up sister had that inside her?" she asked in surprise. Of course she had seen the dildos created by Lavender, the blonde loved showing them off, if you took a walk around the room you would find one or another hidden somewhere. Hermione had taken one for herself, something no one commented on, but Lavender still shot her amused looks every now and then.
"She certainly ended up stretched by something, Parv," Lavender mocked. "But what Harley said is true… come here, Parv," she gestured with her hand, the blonde knelt in front of Altair. The dark-haired girl stood up, a little reluctantly.
"It's bigger up close," she said in surprise.
"And it'll feel bigger in your mouth," Lavender took her hand and pulled her down. "I've always wanted to do this with you, share his cock together.
"Inside… my… mouth?" the girl said between heavy breaths, she began to lose her nerve with it so close.
"Scared, Parv? Then you could swap uniforms with Padma, it would be nice to be with her again." Altair said somewhat disdainfully.
"My sister… bland little thing without any spice. She doesn't know what to do with a cock," she mocked as she reached out with a trembling hand.
"Oh, you have a lot of experience?" Altair asked with a smile.
Parvati nodded. She thought about the hours she had listened to Lavender talk about sex, about what Altair's cock was like, about every position, every blowjob, when he fucked her in the ass… all of that had to count as experience, right? It wasn't as if she were going in completely blind at that moment.
She opened her mouth wide, tucked her teeth away, and put the head of his cock inside.
Knock-Knock!
Lavender pushed her head against Altair's pelvis, Parvati felt like her eyes were going to pop out of their sockets. Vaguely, she heard Harley open the door and a new person enter.
"Oh, Merlin!" Parvati looked hazily out of the corner of her eye, a redheaded figure stared at her in surprise.
'Let me go, Lav, I need to breathe,' she thought in her mind.
HP: ABSoA. Ch. 179
"Ah, Ginny, you came," Harley greeted the redhead enthusiastically.
Ginny didn't take her eyes off the scene in front of her. Parvati, or was it Padma?, was on her knees in front of Altair, his thick cock in her mouth. Her mind returned to that night when Altair had been given a Christmas gift, a gift he hadn't claimed in its entirety.
"Yes… I wasn't expecting this," Ginny said in a thin voice. Walking confidently into the room.
Not long ago she had received advances from Michael Corner, a Ravenclaw one year above her. He seemed like a good guy, sweet and intelligent. But bland too. Ginny wasn't sure she could have a relationship with him, not when she had already seen what a man was capable of doing.
Harley went to Altair's side, like a slave waiting for an order from her master. Ginny couldn't help giving her a disdainful look, months ago, that girl had been the person she admired most. Now she was just a whore Altair used however he wished.
Gluck!
The redhead watched a drop of saliva fall to the floor. Altair had Parvati's dark hair in his hands, gripping it tightly. He used her mouth however he pleased, he might as well have been using a sex doll. The Indian girl's brown face began to turn red and only then did Altair let her breathe properly. The girl coughed, her eyes opened, they were wet. Her cheeks were soaked with tears that began to fall as he fucked her face.
"Hello, Parvati," Ginny greeted her.
"Gi-nny," Parvati said with embarrassment. Despite the fact that she was giving a blowjob in the middle of a shared bedroom.
Looking around, only Hermione was missing for all the fifth-year women to be there.
Then she looked at Altair, his eyes gleamed with amusement. The boy looked down at Parvati's face from above, her ruined expression gave him pleasure. His black hair was messy at that moment, his violet eyes looked at Ginny and she felt disoriented for a second. He was so different from Charles, the last man she had been in love with, from the hair, the height, the eye color, the face, if you looked at one and then the other you would see that the only thing they both shared was that they were men. And even there you could find noticeable differences. Her gaze went to his crotch.
Love, love, how beautiful it is, how little it lasts. Ginny thought with boredom, although seeing Lavender's eyes almost made her swallow her words. They almost seemed to have the shape of a heart as she looked at her boyfriend. And Altair, his gaze drifted to the blonde, softened and showed her an affection that even made Ginny jealous. No one had ever looked at her like that.
It was curious how despite the fact that he was receiving oral sex from another woman, the couple seemed just as in love as always.
Altair moved, took hold of the dark-skinned girl and began to undress her. He tore her clothes with a mixture of savagery and tenderness. With the touch of a man who knows what he wants and who also knows how to treat a woman. The simple act made Parvati moan loudly. Soon inches of her skin were exposed, little by little her naked body was revealed for everyone in the room to see.
Ginny was no exception. Although Parvati's body didn't seem that good to her, it wasn't toned like hers or Harley's, nor was it as voluptuous as Lavender's.
"Oh, Merlin," she felt wetness between her legs when she watched Altair's cock enter Parvati's pussy. A second of delay before it was completely inside.
She felt a hand on her shoulder, Harley held her while her eyes looked at her master with fervent admiration. Ginny subtly pulled away. She breathed to control that heat that was beginning to appear in her body. That same heat that asked her to take the Indian girl's place. She breathed to ignore it. Although she was aware that she wasn't the only one feeling those kinds of things in her body.
"Holy fuck!" Parvati writhed on the bed, they were fucking in missionary. Ginny watched Altair's ass, hard and toned, move back and forth.
Every thrust caused a different sound from Parvati. Her face turned lewd as her expression changed every few seconds, one moment her mouth was open in an O shape, another she stuck her tongue out to one side, and another she licked her lips as if she had some honey on them.