~ Sorry for the absence, while on my way to write this chapter a black cat walked into my path, so I had to take the long way around. While trying to find a different path around the cat I got lost on the road of life.
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~ Corvus Black - POV ~
~ Hogwarts Castle, Highlands, Scotland ~
~ January 18th, 1989 ~
Winter in the Highlands of Scotland has always been one of my favorite times of the year as it reminds me of Winterfell. The constant snow drifting in the air before it blankets the land in its white canvas, the constant nip in the air, and of course the fun to be had playing with the snow. But the thing I enjoy most of the cold season is the opportunity to warm up with a loved one, something that Nymphadora enjoys immensely, especially as warming each other in her mind consists of pulling me into the nearest empty broom cupboard or classroom for a hot snogging session. Like right now.
The broom cupboard was far too small for two people that was the first thing that I had noticed. The second was that Nymphadora Tonks was standing very, very close.
"You're smiling," Nymphadora whispered.
"I am."
"Why?"
I glanced toward the thin sliver of corridor visible through the barely closed door. Footsteps echoed somewhere beyond it, followed by distant laughter of students milling about after classes had let out for the day.
"Because," he murmured, turning back to her, "you dragged me into a broom cupboard. Again. For the second time today."
"Not true, this morning it was an empty classroom. Plus, I prefer to call it strategic concealment."
"Of course you do. You'll make a fine Auror one day with that mindset."
Nymphadora grinned at that. In the dimness of the cupboard, her hair had settled into a warm, tousled shade that framed her face, and her expression carried that familiar mixture of mischief and confidence that I've come to be so fond of. She looked entirely too pleased with herself though.
"You know," she whispered, "you could always leave."
I raised an skeptical eyebrow at that. "Could I?"
Nymphadora's smile softened. "No."
The silence that followed was different. The teasing had disappeared. I reached up, gently brushing a loose strand of hair away from her face. My fingers lingered against her cheek, she leaned into my touch. Then she kissed me.
It began softly—almost cautiously—as though neither of us wanted to be the one to move too quickly. That hesitation lasted perhaps a heartbeat. As it always did in these moments of intimacy with her. I wrapped an arm around her waist, drawing her closer, and Nymphadora responded by slipping her hands around my broad shoulders. Our second kiss was deeper, warmer, carrying all the things neither of us had bothered putting into words. She broke away after a minute just enough to breathe.
"You're trouble," she whispered.
"You're the one who kidnapped me."
"I prefer rescued."
"From what exactly?"
"Your terrible decision-making."
I laughed quietly at that ironic statement.
"My terrible decision-making? Whose the one who got detention from Professor Sprout for attacking Professor Snape with the Venomous Tentacula last year? Or–"
She kissed me again, harder this time, before I could continue listing all her mischievous exploits throughout the last five years at Hogwarts. This time there was nothing hesitant about it, the kiss was hot and heavy, our tongues interlocking. The cramped cupboard seemed to disappear around us. The brooms and buckets became meaningless background clutter as Nymphadora pressed closer, one hand resting against the back of my neck the other grasping my shirt as groped at my pectoral muscles.
My hands in the meantime had found purchase on her hips, one snaking down her thighs and back up when I finally found the end of her skirt. My hand lingered just under her ass and gave a groping squeeze signaling her to wrap her legs around my waist as I pressed her against the cupboards wall. I smiled against her lips when she did. She noticed.
"Stop smiling."
"I can't."
"Why?"
"Because you're adorable when you're trying to be intimidating."
She stared at me for a moment. Then she kissed me harder. I barely managed to suppress another laugh as her tongue started wrestling with mine again. Meanwhile her skirt had ridden up and I could feel her lace panty clad cores heat against my hardening groin. Something she could feel as well as she started grinding against me, her wetness transferring onto my dark slacks.
Both her arms eventually came rest on my shoulders as she wrapped her arms around my head as her legs had been around my waist. Her weight leaning towards our grinding waists as she trusted me to support the rest of her with my arms. The one I had at her hip coming down to support the other as I fondled her ass cheeks and guided her hips to dry hump my length more precisely.
Finally Nymphadora gave out a long whimper as her climax approached, her core twitching sporadically on my length as her panties were soaked with her juices when she finally came. My own release followed soon after with a low growl from my throat. Our foreheads eventually came to rest together, both catching our breath. After a few cleaning charms and straightening of our rumpled clothes we stared into each others eyes and shared a quiet chuckle before kissing again.
Nymphadora's eyes sparkled with amusement at the situation. "If anyone asks," she whispered conspiratorially, "we were checking the cleaning supplies."
I gave a cursory glanced at the shelves.
"There's one broom."
"Yup."
"And three buckets."
"Very thorough inspection."
"And absolutely no reason for your lipstick to be slightly crooked."
Nymphadora touched her mouth and immediately looked embarrassed.
"You're impossible."
"And yet…"
She smiled.
"And yet."
A set of footsteps suddenly approached outside. We both froze. Nymphadora's eyes widened. I silently raised one finger to her lips. The footsteps stopped directly outside the cupboard. A voice muttered something indistinct. Nymphadora pressed her face against my shoulder to keep from laughing. I could feel her shoulders shaking with suppressed laughter. Finally the footsteps continued down the corridor. Neither of us moved for several seconds. Then Nymphadora looked up at me.
"Where were we?"
"Cleaning supplies." I replied smiling down at her and her antics.
"Right."
She kissed me once more—quickly this time, but no less affectionately.
"Very important work."
"Extremely."
After making sure we were both presentable I opened the door enough to peek my head out and checked that the coast was clear before opening the door the rest of the way letting Nymphadora out.
"Are we still on for that 'study session' later tonight after my prefect duties? I'll even try to help you with that elemental spell you were asking about or show you how to send messages through your Patronus if you actually pay attention this time. After we 'study' some more of course?" I say to her while emphasizing 'study' as it always leads to another snogging session.
Nymphadora and I have been properly dating for a year and a half at this point since I officially asked her out on a date the summer before our fourth year at Hogwarts began. We've been taking things slowly for awhile but since this school year started she's been dragging me off for some more intimate moments any chance she gets. Oh how I miss those days of her being so shy and meek to even hold my hand in public or the blush on her face the first time I kissed her, now she's dragging me off into empty classrooms and broom cupboards in an attempt to paw at me, not that I'm complaining.
"Sorry love, but I promised Tulip that I'd hangout with her tonight. You know, a bit of a girls night. You won't mind, right?" She asks while pulling a puppy dog look while actual morphing her nose into a dog's snout. Causing me to chuckle at her antics.
"Fine, Tulip can have you for tonight, but only if she agrees that I get to keep you all to myself on the next Hogsmeade weekend trip." I acquiesce after a moment of thought. Tulip happens to be Nymphadora's best friend and fellow Hufflepuff housemate and also someone who she hasn't really hung-out with much this year because of Nymphadora prioritizing time with me. Plus I've got something to do tonight anyways. I have finally captured a certain rat I've been waiting for to show up in Hogwarts.
"What am I some child with divorced parents who have shared custody of me? Whatever, I'll let Tulip know that I'm all yours next Hogsmeade weekend. Happy?"
"Extremely. Have fun tonight, I'll see at breakfast tomorrow."
With one final kiss Nymphadora was off skipping through the halls on her way back to the Hufflepuffs common room. Meanwhile, after using my senses to make sure no one was nearby, I pulled out a folded piece of parchment and unfolded it. Pulling out my Yew wand I set it upon the parchment.
"I solemnly swear that I'm upto no good." I say and watch as the Marauders Map manifested itself in ink and lines representing Hogwarts and anyone who is currently inhabiting its hallowed halls. I take a minute to find who I'm looking for and find them clustered together with the rest of the Weasley boys near the great hall, probably on the way to supper.
It wouldn't do to take the Marauders Map and my new rat prisoner, whose already locked up at Grimmauld Places dungeons thanks to Kreacher, without first compensating the Weasley family. I'll probably still hand the the map to the twins Fred and George before I graduate but there's no way I'm giving back Scabbers to the Weasley family. He's my ticket to getting my foolish older brother out of Azkaban and fulfilling my promise to get Harry Potter an actual loving guardian.
During these years in this universe I've been keeping an eye on Harry and his situation in number 4 Privet Drive. And while his relatives are in no way as abusive as I've read about in some fanfictions, they're in no way shape or form good or even tolerable guardian's for the orphaned Boy-Who-Lived. I've had to hold myself back from straight out killing Vernon and Petunia Dursley in a few times I've seen them lay their hands on the boy before he is shoving back into the cupboard under the stairs. I've never been one to let child abuse and abusers go, but just going in and slaughtering his only blood relatives wouldn't help him in any way other than traumatizing him. And ruin any chance of me improving his situation.
Now that I've got my hands on the true betrayer of the Potters, I'll be able to get my dog brained older brother out of prison and get Harry Potter a guardian who truly loves him, will care for him, and a more loving home life. But first I'll have to tell the Weasleys a little white lie about their new pet rat dying to my owl. And if down the line they realize that it was a lie what could they actually do. By that time they'll realize that I'd sparred them the knowledge of housing a deviant criminal Animagus within their home, where their little sister lives. Pettigrew is seriously sus in my opinion.
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