Chapter 30: Never two without three [R-18]

Dorea Potter sat at the head of the kitchen table in Potter Manor, her hands wrapped around a steaming cup of Earl Grey, the scent mingling with the faint trace of old parchment and ink that wafted from her notebook. One sharp eye scanned the complex arithmantic equations she’d scribbled the night before, mentally cross-referencing them with her experimental notes from the greenhouse lab. A quill twitched of its own accord beside her, half-dipped in ink, awaiting orders.

Across from her, Charlus was the picture of serene domesticity. Clad in a well-worn house robe with gold-and-red tartan trim, he flipped through the Daily Prophet with one hand, the other steadily ferrying slices of french toast to his mouth. The toast was drenched in strawberry jam, imported, no less, from a little village near Marseille. A war habit turned breakfast staple; he’d fallen in love with the jam during his time stationed in France and never looked back. It was comfort, nostalgia, and sugar all in one thick slather.

The cozy silence between them was filled only by the occasional crackle of the enchanted fireplace and the soft rustle of turning pages, the quiet routine of two war-weathered souls who had settled into a new peace but hadn’t quite surrendered their restlessness.

It had only been four days since their son had boarded the Hogwarts Express, yet it already felt like an era had ended within the walls of Potter Manor. The familiar routine they had perfected over the past fifteen years, tea, equations, morning news, now felt hollow. The silence that once brought comfort now echoed like absence. Rick’s presence had been a whirlwind of odd theories, magical mishaps, impromptu debates, and laughter that lingered in the air long after he’d gone.

Without him, everything felt muted. Dorea caught herself reaching for a third teacup before remembering he wasn’t there to join them. Charlus instinctively glanced toward the hallway each morning, expecting their son to burst in with some wild invention or transfiguration experiment. What remained now was not peace, but quiet longing. They missed the chaos. They missed him.

*Caw*

Raising their heads, they caught sight of a sleek, black-feathered silhouette slicing through the early morning light. The familiar form of Morrigan. the crow glided gracefully through the open kitchen window, wings outstretched like a shadow in flight. With impeccable timing, she released a letter mid-air, and Dorea’s hand snapped up with practiced ease to catch it just before it touched the table. Morrigan let out a proud caw before flapping her wings once more and settling herself with imperial elegance on Dorea’s shoulder, as though she were a queen returning to her rightful perch.

“A letter from Corvus?”

Charlus watched with bemused affection as his wife became entirely absorbed in the letter from their son. Her eyes flicked quickly across the parchment, and a smile began to bloom on her lips, growing wider with every line she read. It was the kind of smile that lit up her whole face, the one she only wore when something truly warmed her heart. For the moment, the rest of the world, including her husband, ceased to exist.

“Ah! I knew there was a bit of Slytherin in him!”

“Dear, don’t leave me in the dark, please!”

Dorea handed the letter to her husband, who took it with a sparkle of curiosity already gleaming in his eyes. He adjusted his reading glasses, more for dramatic flair than necessity, and dove into the parchment like a duelist into a duel. His brows rose, his lips twitched, and by the end, a warm, full-bellied chuckle escaped him, the kind that made the teacups rattle slightly in their saucers.

“Indeed. I gather you’re going?”

“Of course I’m going! In what world did you think I wouldn’t?”

“I guess I’ll have to make you a very special dress.”

Dorea rolled her eyes with theatrical exaggeration, her lips twitching into a smirk she didn’t quite manage to hide. Ever since father and son had discovered a mutual flair for fashion design, specifically in dressing the women in their lives, Charlus had taken to tailoring like a mad genius on a sugar binge. Dress after dress had emerged from his enchanted sewing room, most of them bordering salacious enough to scandalize a Veela. Lace, slits, plunging necklines, Dorea had half a mind to lock them all in a cursed wardrobe just to keep her dignity intact.

And yet, there were some gems hidden in the chaos. A few designs struck a rare balance between elegance and propriety, the kind that might even pass the scrutiny of the Ministry wives’ club. What baffled her most wasn’t the madness of the hobby itself it was that even in Rick’s absence, Charlus hadn’t dropped it.

Instead, he doubled down, burying his longing for their son in layers of silk, velvet, and too many bloody sequins. Apparently, distraction came in the form of couture.

“Nothing too fancy.”

“It would be your first sighting in public in years. You need to impress. I’ll- fine, not too fancy.” he reluctantly agreed when he saw the look his wife was giving him.

Dorea absentmindedly offered a strip of sizzling bacon to Morrigan, who accepted it with the dignity of a winged queen expecting tribute. Cookie had whipped it up the moment the crow made her dramatic entrance, as if even the kitchen elf had developed an instinct for the bird’s royal preferences. But Dorea wasn’t watching. Her mind had drifted far beyond the breakfast table, already spinning with ideas for next Friday’s gathering, cataloguing potions to pre-brew, spells to refine, and whether or not she could get away with wearing that outrageous green silk robe Charlus had made for her. There was planning to do, mysteries to unravel, and perhaps just a touch of mischief to orchestrate.

At Hogwarts, inside his bedroom, Rick was laying naked on his back, catching his breath. His hands were firmly settled on Lily’s naked hips to hold her up while she recuperated from the orgasm she had just had while riding his cock. Her long dark red hair was falling down her chest, hiding her beautiful and delectable breasts. She had her eyes closed, riding the last bit of her climax as she straddled his lap. Her hands on his chest helped her hold a straight position. When he felt her body relax, his hands went from her hips to her ass and he pulled her forward. Not resisting him, Lily leaned on his torso and rested her head on his shoulder.

“I knew I’d like sex in the morning.” she said with a smile on the corner of her lips.

“Let’s do that more often?”

“Great idea. Shame we’re limited by time however.”

“How are you feeling? Down there I mean.”

“Still a bit tingling but no pain and no soreness.”

“That’s good.”

“It is”. She replied with a teasing smile, beginning to raise and lower her ass slowly, feeling Rick’s dick harden inside of her.

“We don’t have time for that anymore.” he groaned, gripping her ass cheeks hard.

“Sadly.” she moaned. After giving him a toe curling french kiss, she raised herself from her boyfriend and slowly stood up, enjoying one last time the feel of his cock sliding out of her.

“I feel so empty without you.” she whined.

“And I, so cold.”

She got out of bed and slipped on her pajamas in the dim morning light, her movements relaxed and casual. As always, she didn’t bother with undergarments, comfort was queen when sleep was concerned. Rick watched her with a flicker of desire in his eyes, a quiet storm behind his calm expression, but he kept his instincts in check. Instead of giving in, he reached for his wand and cast a silent cleansing charm on her, himself, and the rest of the room. The air freshened with a subtle whiff of lavender as the magic whisked away all lingering traces of their intimacy, sheets straightened, skin cleared, and the warmth of their morning moment neatly tucked away like a well-loved secret.

“Too bad it doesn’t work for what’s inside of me.” she used her own wand and pointed at her nether region casting a charm. “There, that should deal with Remus’ nose.” She sauntered on her tiptoes to Rick, gave him one last kiss, then after checking the map, used the disillusionment charm on herself and left. “See you in a bit.”

Rick couldn't help the absolutely idiotic grin plastered across his face as he climbed out of bed, still feeling like his soul was humming. After a quick and refreshing shower, he dressed in his school robes and made his way down to the common room, humming to himself. The day ahead felt like a mere obstacle course to get through before the big moment, finally telling Marlene the truth.

He and Lily had agreed to come clean after their prefect rounds that evening. Five months of sneaking glances, disillusionment charms, and carefully-timed rendezvous were about to come to an end. Still, despite the anticipation, a knot of nerves twisted in Rick's gut. Marlene could be... intense. Not in the duel-you-in-the-courtyard way, but in the grudge-holding, stare-you-down-for-a-decade way. She was still refusing to speak to Pettigrew for a single Potion accident back in their first year and the poor bloke had genuinely sobbed while apologizing.

Rick didn’t think she’d hex him or anything, probably, but he knew the reveal was going to be a bombshell. And the fallout? Totally unpredictable.

During breakfast, a large, tastefully wrapped package arrived at the Gryffindor table in a burst of enchanted lavender smoke, bearing the unmistakable scrawl of Lady McKinnon's dramatic handwriting. Marlene blinked in surprise as the parcel plopped down in front of her, earning immediate attention from their section of the table. At first, she shrugged and gave vague answers, brushing it off as "nothing important" and "just a bit of fluff." But the glint in her eye and the faint blush rising on her cheeks betrayed her.

Lily raised an eyebrow, Rick leaned in with theatrical curiosity, and after a few persistent nudges and a very pointed “We’re not letting this go, Mar” from Lily, Marlene huffed, gave in, and dramatically threw her hands up.

“Alright, alright—fine! It’s my dress for tomorrow night, okay? Happy now?”

“Oh! Can we see it?”

“Of course you’d like to see it. With me in it, I bet.”

“I’d rather see you without the dress to be honest.”

Lily snorted, nearly choking on her juice, as her boyfriend’s shameless comment landed like a rogue Bludger in polite conversation. Marlene's expression was frozen in pure, theatrical horror, mouth agape, eyebrows halfway to her hairline, as if Rick had just suggested naming their first child Grindelwald. The contrast was too perfect: Rick's smug grin, Marlene's scandalized gasp, and Lily’s undignified snort-laugh echoing across the table like the aftermath of a well-placed joke at a ball.

“I’m not sure I like this new you. All flirty and all.” commented the blonde witch.

“Of course you don’t like it. You love it.” Rick sent her a kiss and a wink.

“Riiight. Seriously, what happened to you?”

“I just realized how utterly gorgeous my best friends are.”

“You’re squishing your boobs against his back every morning and that makes him a bit uncomfortable.” Lily revealed and half lied. “It’s just his way to pay you back.”

“So you like feeling my boobs on your back, huh?” she grinned victoriously.

“Lily, your betrayal hurts deep and will not be forgotten.” The seriousness on Rick’s face lasted all of two seconds before the trio began to laugh.

“It’s fine. I have Marlene, I’ll survive.”

“Now that’s not fair! No playing the girls unite card when I’m a minority to begin with!” he whined.

“You could always change sex.”

“Morgana, no!” Both Lily and Rick looked at Marlene in surprise, not having expected a sudden defense in Rick’s favor. “With what I felt Rick is packing, it would be a huge loss for the witch population!” she teased.

“And now you made it weird.” was Lily’s answer given with a deadpan face but thinking ‘You don’t know the half of it, Mar’.

“Can we not talk about my… during breakfast. Or at all for that matter. That was already embarrassing enough on the train…”

“He’s got a point, Mar.”

She sighed in surrender. “Yeah, he does.”

“By the way, could you join us in the room on the 7th floor just before curfew? Rick and I have something to talk to you about.” Lily whispered in her friend’s ear.

“What about?” was whispered back with no small amount of curiosity.

“You’ll know then.”

A bit confused but undeniably intrigued, Marlene gave a slow nod at her friend’s whispered request. But the moment Lily walked away, curiosity began gnawing at her like a Cornish Pixie hopped up on Honeydukes sugar sticks. Whatever it was they wanted to tell her, it stayed glued to the front of her mind for the rest of the day like a particularly stubborn Bat-Bogey Hex.

Her solo session in Care of Magical Creatures didn’t help either, Lily was off with the Arithmancy nerds and Rick was buried in Runes, leaving Marlene alone with her overactive imagination. By dinner, she was practically vibrating with impatience, ready to strangle the truth out of one of them, or both, if they didn’t start talking soon. It took every shred of Gryffindor willpower she had not to leap across the table and demand answers right then and there.

Rick and Lily vanished right after dessert, citing their usual prefect rounds. Just before disappearing through the Great Hall doors, Lily gave her a meaningful look and a small nod. A reminder. A promise. And it did nothing to calm the storm brewing behind Marlene’s blue eyes.

Not being able to deal with her impatience anymore, Marlene slipped out of the Gryffindor common room a full thirty minutes early, her foot tapping with pent-up frustration as she made her way to the seventh floor corridor. She was rehearsing a dozen snarky lines to toss at Rick and Lily for making her wait all day when she stopped dead in her tracks. Thirty feet ahead, she saw them, Rick and Lily, sneaking into a broom closet. An actual broom closet.

Marlene squinted, confusion blooming across her features. They were supposed to meet in the Room of Requirement, why the hell were they going into there? With suspicion rising and curiosity firing on all cylinders, she marched up to the closet door, flung it open and immediately regretted everything.

She froze, her brain short-circuiting at the sight inside. The sight of Lily on her knees with Rick’s cock in her mouth short circuiting her brain.

The once-secret couple, now thoroughly outed by sheer circumstance, stood frozen in shock at Marlene’s sudden intrusion. But it was Lily who snapped into action first. With Rick’s cock still slick in her grasp, she didn’t hesitate, her free hand shot out, grabbed her blonde best friend by the wrist, and yanked her inside the broom closet. A flick of her wand slammed the door shut and sealed it with a locking charm that clicked with finality.

When she turned back, the sight was fucking obscene, Marlene, wide-eyed but breathless, had landed on her knees right in front of Rick’s towering, pulsing cock, the tip glistening with spit and precum. Her mouth hung open for a heartbeat… then she dove in like it was the last goddamn popsicle on Earth. Lips parted wide, she sucked him down like a pro, no hesitation, her cheeks hollowing instantly with raw hunger. Lily’s mouth dropped open, stunned speechless, and when she looked up, Rick wore the exact same dumbfounded expression.

But shock bled fast into arousal. The absurd, filthy heat of it all, Marlene, her best friend, on her knees devouring Rick’s cock like she’d been waiting for it her whole life, lit a fire in Lily’s gut. Fuck it. She dropped to her own knees beside Marlene, shoved her face straight into Rick’s balls, and began lavishing them with tongue and lips, hot, wet, and noisy. Rick moaned like a man being murdered slowly by pleasure, his fingers tangled uselessly in his own shirt, trying to brace against the flood.

Lily didn’t stop there. She trailed her mouth up the side of his shaft, kissing and licking her way along the thick vein throbbing under his skin. Marlene growled around the head as Lily’s tongue got closer, and in seconds the two girls were tangled, mouths battling and kissing around his cock, tongues colliding and sliding slickly over each other as they fought for ownership of his cockhead. Rick’s hips twitched helplessly, a deep, raw groan torn from his throat as his tip throbbed between their lips.

It was chaos. Erotic, obscene, perfect chaos. The feel of their tongues polishing him in tandem, the sight of two beautiful witches sucking him off like it was a contest, the fucking sloppy wet sounds echoing in the tiny closet, it was more than overstimulation. It was overload. His girlfriend and his best friend were half-fellating, half-kissing each other around his dick, and he could barely remember his own name.

“Shit! I’m…”

Both girls were grinding into each other, cheek to flushed cheek, their tongues still warring for dominance when Rick finally lost it. With a guttural grunt, he erupted, thick, hot ropes of cum splattering across their faces, painting their flushed skin with streaks of white. Marlene gasped, lips still parted around his tip, catching a few more spurts across her cheek and nose, while Lily blinked through the sudden mess and grinned like a devil.

Without missing a beat, Lily turned to her best friend, grabbed Marlene’s cum-slick face with both hands, and yanked her in for a hungry, filthy kiss. Their mouths crashed together, lips slippery with Rick’s seed, tongues tangling in a shared frenzy. They moaned into each other, swapping his cum back and forth like it was honeyed wine, their bodies pressed tight, faces smeared with proof of how deeply they'd undone him.

Rick was already hard again, watching a redhead and blonde make out with his cum dripping between their lips was pure fucking magic. He couldn’t look away.

Marlene broke first, panting as she pulled back, dazed and glassy-eyed, her lips puffy and glistening. Lily chased her, licking a thick drop of cum from her chin, then dragged her tongue slowly up her cheek, cleaning her like a fucking animal. Marlene didn’t resist, couldn’t. She was high on lust, barely present, her body trembling from the overload.

When the blonde finally came back down to reality, Lily had turned her attention to her own face, licking the mess from her fingers with little satisfied hums, savoring every bit of Rick’s taste like she was finishing off dessert.

Marlene was the first to say something. “... What the fuck?!”

“I’d like to ask you the same thing!” Lily retorted.

“Excuse me?! I wasn’t the one sucking our best friend cock in a broom closet!”

“And what do you think you just did?! You went straight for my boyfriend’s dick before we could explain anything!”

“I… Wait, what?! Boyfriend?!” It took her a fraction of a second to notice the totality of Lily’s words.

“That’s what we wanted to tell you tonight! Rick and I… we’ve been dating for a while now.”

“What’s a while?”

“...Easter?”

“THAT LONG?! And you didn’t tell me?!” The shout, more than angry, was full of pain.

“We just wanted to be secret for a bit! To not be annoyed by Potter and the others! It felt wrong that you didn’t know! That’s why we wanted to tell you! Not including you… it just wasn’t right. It’s us three together or nothing.”

Marlene was still hurt, of course she was, but it wasn’t the kind of wound that bled anger. It was more like a dull sting of being left out, of not being trusted with something important. And yet, even as she tried to stay grumpy about it, she understood. Lily hadn’t said it outright, but Marlene knew herself well enough to admit the truth: she would’ve teased them relentlessly, and all that attention would’ve made secrecy impossible.

So when Lily gently took her hands in hers, Marlene didn’t pull away. She didn’t speak either. She just squeezed back, silent forgiveness flickering in her eyes like candlelight, not a grand speech, but something better. An understanding.

“Believe me, Marlene, we were going to tell you tonight, that’s why we chose the room. Nobody would have found us there or eavesdropped on us.”

“... What’s with you kissing me?!” the blonde deflected.

Lily flinched at the tone in her friend's voice, the sound hitting her like an unexpected hex to the chest. Her shoulders tensed and she recoiled as though she'd been physically struck, instinctively letting go of Marlene’s hands. The silence between them was sharp for a heartbeat, then, Marlene’s eyes widened with regret. She reached forward quickly, this time clasping Lily’s hands with both of hers, her grip firmer, grounding. Her expression softened, an unspoken apology flickering in her eyes as she held on, not letting her friend drift away again.

“I’m sorry. It sounded way harsher than I meant. I’m just… surprised.” she said softly.

“You’re not…mad?”

“Not really, no. I’m mad at you hiding things from me but not the kiss. I’m just… trying to wrap my head around that kiss when you’re dating Rick.”

“I…find out that I like both boys and girls. I always found you beautiful and… just recently I’ve begun to realize that it was more than an appreciation of beauty but an attraction.” Lily confessed as she looked at her hands, not having the courage to look her friends in the eyes. “When I saw you going to town on Rick, I just… that was so erotic and you were so pretty that I… kissed you.”

“Well, you sure do kiss well.”

Raising her head in surprise, Lily saw Marlene with a smirk on her face, one of those classic Marlene expressions that screamed mischief, acceptance, and just a dash of emotional chaos. It wasn’t mocking or judgmental, but rather warm, teasing, and tinged with affection. Her eyes sparkled with a mix of playful defiance and quiet understanding, as if to say, “Well, this is mad… but I’m in.”

“You’re not repulsed?”

“You’re my best friend, Lils. More than that, you’re the sister that I never had. I don’t care if you like women. I like them too, and I don’t see a problem with it.”

“You do?!”

“Well, yeah. Not like you do. I mean… I find you gorgeous and I love looking at you but I’m not attracted to you or women in general. That doesn’t mean that I’m disgusted by the idea of kissing you or more. I’m just… neutral?”

“I…that’s a relief!” Lily said with tears falling. “I was so scared that I would lose you!”

“Awww, Lils!”

Both girls embraced each other in a fierce, bone-crushing hug, Lily clinging like she was trying to squeeze a lifetime of love into a single moment, while Marlene’s hands moved in slow, comforting circles across her back, grounding her, steadying her. It wasn’t just a hug it was a quiet promise, spoken entirely through touch, that nothing between them had truly been broken.

“Stupid. As if you could ever lose me. Stupid, stupid, stupid.”

Lily’s laughter bubbled out of her, warm and unfiltered, the kind that made her eyes crinkle and her shoulders shake. She pulled back slightly to get a proper look at Marlene, still smiling, still impossibly close, and before she could think better of it, she surged forward and kissed her. Not a peck. A deep, lingering kiss that spoke of curiosity, affection, and just a little bit of reckless impulse.

Marlene didn’t hesitate. She melted into it, responding with equal fervor, her hands finding Lily’s waist as their mouths danced together in a soft, electric rhythm. The kiss stretched on, blurring time, until they finally broke apart with flushed cheeks and breathless laughter, their foreheads nearly touching.

But just as the warmth settled between them, Lily’s smile faltered. A crease formed between her brows as something else, uncertainty, maybe guilt, bubbled to the surface and stole the air from the moment.

“What’s wrong, now?”

“You sucked my boyfriend's dick out of the blue. That’s what. Mind explaining? I’m not mad, I’m just curious and confused.”

“Oh! Well… that’s a nice cock and it was right there and I wanted it on the spot so I went for it.”

“... Gosh you are such a slut!”

“I’d prefer the word ‘adventurous’, thank you! Besides, if you were sucking it, there was no reason I couldn’t too! We’ve been sharing everything for years! And it’s not like I go after any dicks or that I had lots of it, you know? I only got one before. It was during the summer.”

“Why didn’t you tell me?!”

“Oh sure, ‘Hey, Lily, guess what? I got my first taste of cock this summer! He was one of the participants of the dueling tournament! I had the best of fun sucking on it but losing my virginity had been quite a bummer. What about you? Wait, could you pass me the salt first?’ Kinda difficult to talk about.”

“... Okay fair. Still… to go after one when it’s in front of you…”

“Well, the mood was set already! Besides, it’s Rick and he’s rather cute. And big! I wasn’t about to pass on it. That guy in Romania wasn’t nearly as big and he didn’t last nearly as long. Now that I think of it he didn’t really know how to use it. Does he? Wait! Did the two of you…”

“Recently. Not at his home with his parents around if you’re wondering. We did it on the train before everyone showed up though.” She was proud of herself when she revealed that and Marlene gasped.

“And you call me a slut! The Hogwarts Express! Morgana’ tits, Lily! Why?!”

“It was the compartment where we met in our first year! It meant a lot to me.”

“Oh! I see. Yeah, that excuses it. And? How was it?” the eagerness dripped from her voice.

“Perfect. Absolutely, perfect. That was so good! He was so good.”

Noticing the distant yet radiant glow in Lily’s eyes, the kind of dreamy, post-revelation haze that only came from real, toe-curling satisfaction, Marlene didn’t need any more words. That expression was a signed, sealed, and orgasmically delivered confirmation. Whatever Lily had felt… it had been real. And Marlene, smirking despite herself, believed her without a doubt.

“Are you going to share him too? I mean… I already sucked his cock… I sure wouldn’t mind him rearranging my insides. With his size he might reshape my pussy. Maybe this time I’ll have good sex.”

“Only if I’m here to watch… Or participate.”

“DEAL!”

“Don’t I have a say in this?”

Both girls turned their heads in unison and spotted Rick standing a few feet away, shirt slightly rumpled, hair tousled, and a thoroughly unmissable free erection. The look on his face hovered somewhere between awe and torment. He had been completely silent until now, opting to let Lily and Marlene work through their feelings uninterrupted. The last time he got between those two during a fight, in second year, he ended up hexed and drenched. Lesson learned: never get between two emotionally volatile witches unless you’re prepared to die for it.

““No.”” they answered him in sync.

“Bu-”

“As if you would say not to shag Marlene!”

“Yeah! I mean I’ve been giving you a few boners so you clearly find me attractive.”

“That’s not-”

“You're even hard as we speak!”

“Of course I am! My girlfriend and my best friend… Two of the most beautiful girls in the whole school, kept talking about sex and kissing salaciously in front of me? What did you think would happen but me getting hard?! Especially after a double blowjob and watching you swap my cum while kissing and having your faces painted white!”

Both girls exchanged a knowing look, half mischief, half shared hunger, like two witches who'd just been handed the keys to a vault of forbidden sweets. Then, as if synced by spellwork, they turned their gazes back to Rick, eyes gleaming with amusement and something far more dangerous: intent.

““Fair.””

“How about we go to the Room and have some fun time?” proposed the redhead.

“Dibs! Sorry, Lils but I have had an itch since I returned from Romania which came back full throttle right now.”

“Oh it’s fine, I already got my turn this morning.”

“What?!”

“Every morning before the sun rises I sneak into his room for some cuddles. This morning however, I was finally feeling good enough to do it again.”

“Finally?”

“Hello! Look at the size of that thing! That deflowered me! You think I was alright after that? It took days for me to heal!”

“Oh, yeah, understandable.”

With the conversation veering into territory far too dangerous for his self-control, Rick took a deep breath, tucked himself back into his trousers with the dignity of a man trying to reassemble his sanity, and stepped out of the broom closet like someone escaping a very sexy war zone. His face was flushed, his gait a little too stiff, and the glint in his eyes said he wasn’t even remotely recovered.

“Less talking, more…. You know." He made his way to the Room of Requirement.

Rick’s barely contained excitement practically radiated off him, his stride fast, his posture tense, like a kid racing toward Honeydukes with a handful of stolen galleons. The sheer earnestness of his arousal was so ridiculous it made both girls burst into laughter, their amusement echoing down the corridor. Yet not a single word passed between them. With shared smirks and glinting eyes, they simply fell into step behind him, their pace casual but their intent anything but.