Newfound Boob Love (Feat. Kate Bush)

Kate Bush sighed a bit to herself, looking out the train window at the passing countryside. Nothing had really changed this summer, her appearance was still the same, but inside she felt different… maybe a bit more sure of herself. Matured.

She’d heard from her father that according to the ministry, Harry Potter wouldn’t be on the train, he’d be escorted by someone else.. and probably the weasly kid with him, so that meant she had nobody to talk to except for maybe Hardy, and she didn’t know what to think of her.

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Marieke and James Caan

“Come on, Hardy…..It’s only fair.” James Caan stood bent over the table in the empty classroom, as he had done several times in the last six months.

“Fair’s got nothing to do with it,” said Hardy, kicking at James Caan’s feet. “Spread your legs, Caan,” she snapped with no small amount of irritation in her voice. “I swear, you’re getting really fucking lazy about this.” She ran a hand over James Caan’s jean covered ass, and tightened her grip on the short leather strap she was holding.

“I’m *not* lazy…I just want my turn. I mean, this is getting a little old. Like me.”

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Raining, and balls

Marieke likes to watch Batman and Bob make love. Especially when it’s raining, like tonight.

It was a kink she’d never known she had, until the day she came home early and walked in on the two of them, kissing. It had been a sudden break in a quarrel, not premeditated, not habitual. So they said and she believed them, but the image of Bob’s nose laid against Batman’s cheek, Batman’s mouth sucking on Bob’s lip, had stayed with her, returning and returning to her thoughts, until the brightness of it had burned away her jealousy and anger in the fire of arousal and shortbread.

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Harsh Taskmaster (wear a cup)

There are things of yours that she wants.

Sometimes she wants them all at once, prix fixe. Other times, like tonight, she prefers to savor them slowly, one at a time, a la carte.

Most often, she wants your Potions and Dark Arts expertise. Those times, you both shout and debate over dusty books and scrolls and bubbling caldrons in her office or in the basement laboratory of her Triple J studio. Other times, she wants what any wife might want of a long-distance spouse: affection, conversation, and emotionally satisfying love-making, of course.

Occasionally, however, as her research progress and your teaching timetable permit, she hungers after more…exotic fare.

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Lindsay at Sexy Hogwarts: part 1

Lindsay Macdougall looked up to what was to be his new home. It was a beautiful two-story house with everything a young boy of eleven could want, a beautiful big yard to play in, it even had the typical white picket fence that he’d often seen in a lot of American television shows. However Lindsay wasn’t happy with his new home. He had been forced from pillar to post since his parents had been killed when he was barely eight years old. He had never felt he’d belonged with any of the family’s he had lived with, mostly they had ignored him or grown tired of caring for a child who was smarter and sexier than they were.

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Bob, Harry and Marieke

It’s Bob’s turn to sleep in the middle tonight.

This is their rule: Whoever has the most or the worst nightmares shall sleep in the middle. Last night Severus woke up screaming and wouldn’t tell them what he’d dreamt. He has sworn to himself that he will never, ever tell them what he dreamt last night. Tonight he occupies the middle of the enormous bed.

The large bed belongs to Bob. Harry and Marieke share a second bedroom, and Marieke has a study where she can withdraw. Harry has the freedom of his broomstick and the Quidditch pitch when he needs to get away. Severus has a small but well-equipped potions laboratory in the basement, where he can while away his hours. He cannot work the long stretches that he used to, but he has all his old skill, if not his stamina.

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The Morning After: Draco and the twin Mariekes

Marieke and Marieke took Draco to his bedroom.

The next time he woke up, Marieke was sitting on the edge of his bed, her legs dangling off the side, talking to Harry who was sitting in the chair that Millicent had last occupied.

Hardy noticed his waking first. Her hand somehow managed to find his. (Draco was impressed, for his part, he had no idea where his hands were.) “Hullo.”

Draco thought about that. “Hullo.” He looked at Marieke. “Potter?”

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Hardy and Snape: An Erotic Encounter.

For a moment, a bizarre and yet nice moment, Severus doesn’t understand what he’s seeing when he comes back to find Hardy bent over the table, head first in Severus’s butt. He doesn’t understand because it is literally beyond his ability to comprehend that even Hardy would violate his privacy in that way.

Then the moment passes and all he can see is fury. Even the small voice that says, “But you’ve been chipping at his most private memories” is almost completely muted. Severus certainly doesn’t hear it at the time, he’s too busy hearing himself scream.

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Disciplined

Marieke had felt fear before. The deep, sickening kind that attaches itself to the spine and digs in with chilled teeth. The fear she felt when Bruce didn’t come back from the hols was considerably worse than any kind she had ever known before.

She very clearly remembered warning him to come back, linking her fingers in his even as the digits tried to squirm away. She had poked him in the chest with her free hand. “I’ll see you soon.”

He’d repeated the words of the spell they’d practiced so often together back at her, and gone about his business. He hadn’t let go of her fingers until the last second.

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