Chapter 36: Summer Time [R-18]

While Rick was still forbidden from entering Lily’s room for a nightly visit his mother’s rule laid down with iron finality Lily herself faced no such restriction. Which was why, every single night without fail, she crept quietly into his room, slipping beneath his sheets like it was the most natural place in the world. What began as soft cuddles quickly escalated to more their bodies drawn together by a need neither of them cared to temper. She couldn’t get enough of him, and he, clearly, couldn’t resist her.

The charm they’d developed for soundproofing was not only useful it was essential. And it had been tested to its limits. Lily didn’t hold back. She made no effort to muffle her voice or whisper moans into pillows. She screamed. Loud, unrestrained, and gloriously proud. Each time Rick moved inside her, every time his mouth or hands found the right spot, her voice rang out, echoing in that invisible pocket of silenced space. She wanted it that way. Wanted to be heard. Wanted to make it known if not to the world, then at least to herself and to Rick that she was his, body and soul, and she loved every second of what he did to her.

On weekends, Rick and Lily abandoned their usual discipline: no early alarms, no study sessions, no rigid schedules. Saturday and Sunday mornings were sacred, reserved for sleep-ins and long, uninterrupted hours of intimacy. They used the night to love each other completely, slowly, thoroughly. And this particular Saturday, August 13th, was no exception. The only difference was in how Lily chose to wake him.

Usually, it was her mouth that stirred him warm, soft, wet, her lips and tongue worshipping every inch of his cock in a slow, messy, adoring blowjob that often ended with her swallowing every drop or letting him paint her face, depending on her mood. But today she wanted something different.

She didn’t wait for him to wake.

She straddled him in the dim quiet of early morning, her thighs framing his hips, her bare skin shivering slightly in the soft breeze coming through the window. With a steady hand, she guided his cock to her entrance and slowly sank down, impaling herself inch by inch onto the thick, veiny shaft she knew so well. They had been having sex regularly for nearly a year now, her body long-since trained to take him, to accommodate his size. But even now, especially without the haze of overwhelming arousal already wetting her fully, it was still a stretch. Still a challenge. Still something she had to work for. And she liked that.

She took her time. Instead of slamming herself down like she sometimes did when the need hit her hard and fast, she let her hips rock in lazy, controlled circles. Her ass rolled with slow, deliberate pressure, coaxing friction along every sensitive inch of him buried inside her. The sensation made her gasp quietly through her nose. Not because it hurt but because it was thick and full and perfect. And she wanted to feel every second of it.

Lily braced her hands on his chest, fingers splaying over the slow rise and fall of his breathing, the rhythm deep and even as he drifted in that blurry space between sleep and waking. She could already feel him twitch inside her his cock swelling even more, responding instinctively to her warmth, her tightness, the way her walls hugged him with every small grind of her hips. Her breath hitched at the feeling. She bit her lip, rocking again, slower now, dragging her clit gently against the ridge of his pelvis, chasing a slow burn instead of a fast climax.

She planted both palms firmly on his chest, fingers splayed wide to anchor herself as her hips moved in slow, hypnotic circles, rolling against him with deliberate grace. Each rotation let her feel him grind against her most sensitive spots, and with every other turn, she tightened her inner muscles in a practiced, teasing squeeze. The reaction was immediate a low moan bubbling up from his throat, rising in pitch with each timed clench. It made her grin. She loved pulling those noises from him, loved knowing she had that kind of control over his pleasure even before he was fully conscious.

She saw it the subtle fluttering of his eyelids, the faint twitch of a smile trying to form at the corners of his lips. He was waking, slowly, and she decided to greet him properly. Bending down, she caught his lips with her own, kissing him with a slow, sultry tenderness that had more heat buried beneath it than she let show. His mouth responded just seconds later, the sleepy tension melting from his body as he kissed her back, soft and languid, like he was easing into a familiar dream.

She pulled away with a soft gasp and sat upright again, arching her back slightly so her chest pushed forward, her full breasts swaying just above him, nipples hard in the morning air. Her hands returned to his chest, riding the gentle rise and fall as he breathed her in. Her movements never stopped her hips still rotating, slower now, almost lazy, like she had all the time in the world to ride him through every inch of waking. Her expression was one of sleepy mischief and complete dominance, her eyes locked onto his with heat and fondness in equal measure.

It was a view he never got tired of: Lily, sitting on top of him, glowing in the morning light, moving with sensual precision and total confidence. That first image he saw when he opened his eyes her flushed skin, the way her hair fell over her shoulders, the subtle smirk playing on her lips etched itself into his brain like the sweetest kind of ritual. Her hips rolled again, and he groaned deep in his throat, the vibration making her grin wider. What better way to wake up than to the woman he loved riding him slow, eyes full of mischief, body full of sin?

“Good morning, baby.” the redhead greeted, clenching as hard as she could to wake him up fully.

“Hmm. Good morning indeed. A kiss from the prettiest girl in the world while she tries to hypnotize me with her rolling hips and her sweet tight pussy. I don’t think a morning can be any better than that.” he moaned and reached her ass with his hands. His fingers sank into the flesh of her ass cheeks, pulling them apart and he began to thrust forward.

“Nuh-huh.” she said, hitting his thighs with her ass and leaving it there. “It’s my fun. I’m setting the pace. You want yours? Then wake up before me tomorrow.”

“As you wish my lady. Can I still use my hands?”

“You may.”

He kept fondling her ass while Lily began to switch on and off from gyrating her hips to moving them back and forth. With where his middle fingers were placed, he began to play with her rosebud, tracing its contour gently and poking it a bit. He was testing the waters as Lily had never once talked about anal sex beyond that one time when she had watched his memories of his time with Amelia. When he poked her asshole a bit hard and his finger went inside it a bit, she tensed and arched her back, moaning at least two pitches higher. She didn’t stop moving however.

“More.” she moaned in a whisper.

With pleasure, he obliged her, beginning to be a bit more adventurous with the exploration of her anus. It was only one finger but it was effective. The deeper he went, the faster Lily’s body jerked and the louder she moaned. It came to the point when she began bouncing on his cock and gaining speed. Rick removed the hand he wasn’t using to tease her ass to tease her clit instead. Immediately she let out a screech of pleasure and began to smash her ass against his thighs as hard and as fast as she could. Her breasts were jiggling up and down in some kind of mesmerizing dance but Rick didn’t let himself be bewitched. He knew she was almost there and so was he if he had to be honest. Wanting their release, he pushed his finger as far as he could and clutched it putting a lot of pressure on one of her anal walls. At the same time he pinched lightly her clit and the combination of the two triggered Lily’s orgasm.

“It’s about time you get up, you-”

Dorea froze on the spot when, after bursting into her son’s room through the door,  she was met with the most erotic sight of Lily climaxing so hard that her walls contracted with a strength that Rick didn’t know they had, pushing him to start his own release. Lily’s body shut down and she fell forward onto Rick, like a doll which had her string cuts. It took a minute for the two lovers to come back down from their high and one more to notice Dorea standing in shock at the entrance of the room, hand on the handle of the door. Lily quickly screamed in embarrassment and rolled around, taking with her the sheet and wrapping it around her to hide her naked and sweaty body. That left Rick’s nakedness displayed right in the open for anyone to see.

“Mom!”

Hearing Rick call out to her snapped Dorea out of her scandalized paralysis. Her hand, still gripping the doorknob with white-knuckled shock, twisted on instinct as she spun on her heel and marched out, face flushed and expression unreadable.

“WE’RE GOING TO TALK ABOUT THIS!” she yelled from beyond the door. “DOWNSTAIRS NOW! AND CLEAN YOURSELVES UP!”

Lily’s face was tight with nerves, her eyes flicking between Rick and the door like she was preparing for a duel that might end in exile. Rick, on the other hand, looked utterly unbothered, lounging back in his chair with the calm defiance of someone who’d already won the war before the first spell was cast.

“Don’t worry, she’s just acting. She’s enjoying herself. She will shout, perhaps yell but in the end she will do nothing. She likes you.” he reassured his girlfriend as he spooned her.

“I hope so. I don't want to have to leave.”

“Oh, you won’t. For one simple reason. You leave, I leave. And she will never go for that.”

Dorea had reached the first floor and swept into the kitchen with a presence that practically crackled. Charlus sat at the table, halfway through his breakfast and the latest scathing op-ed in the Daily Prophet, but he looked up just enough to catch the expression on his wife’s face. Her smile was wide too wide and carried the dangerous glint of someone who had just witnessed something equal parts scandalous and entertaining. It wasn’t just mischief. It was satisfaction. The kind of look that said: “I have ammunition, and I intend to use it.”

“You caught them together?” the Lord of the house stated more than asked, not bothering to interrupt his reading.

“Yes. I’m going to have so much fun.” she grinned predatorily.

Charlus didn't seem to agree with her. “Hm, I wonder about that.”

“Why so?”

“Corvus is your son through and through, Dear. I would expect a hard fight.”

“...” she pondered that for a moment. “We’ll see.”

The teenage couple took their time to clean themselves up. Rick, ever the attentive partner, handled the task with the same meticulous care he applied to wandcraft or spellwork except this wand didn’t need polishing. There was no mischief, no teasing, just the slow, quiet intimacy of two people deeply comfortable with each other. When they emerged dried, dressed, and with hair still damp from the shower fifteen minutes had slipped by.

Dorea met them at the kitchen with a glare that could've turned basilisk blood to steam. It was the kind of look that screamed “I haven't forgotten.” Meanwhile, Charlus, looking for all the world like a man who had discovered inner peace in the bottom of his tea cup, kept reading his paper with perfect nonchalance. But Rick could see the slight twitch in his ear and the barely-contained smile at the corner of his lips. The man was a spectator waiting for the real show to begin and the front row was already booked.

“I said now! Not fifteen minutes later!” Dorea launched her offensive the moment the couple stepped into the kitchen, not even giving them a chance to settle. Her eyes locked onto Rick like a hawk spotting a field mouse, and her voice cut through the room the instant he pulled out Lily’s chair in a show of exaggerated chivalry equal parts smug and protective. It was theatrical, and Dorea had opinions.

“Hm? You said something, mom?” The nonchalant, borderline cheeky reply made Dorea’s eye twitch with visible restraint, her nostrils flaring as she fought the primal urge to summon a Howler on the spot. Her lips thinned into a line that said murder wasn’t off the table, merely... delayed.

"I thought I’ve been clear with the rules!”

"You did.”

“And yet-”

“As a good son I respected them.”

“You bro- What? How in Merlin’s beard did you-”

“Simple. *I* was forbidden to go into Lily’s room during the night. Lily had no such rule, that’s why she came in mine. In more ways than one I might add.”

The sheer audacity of Rick’s answer, paired with the insufferably smug grin on his face, stopped Dorea in her tracks for a heartbeat. It was so brazen, so unapologetically cheeky, she could almost admire it almost. Lily, doing her best impersonation of someone completely uninvolved, began to spread jam on her toast with all the deliberate focus of a girl pretending the conversation was happening in another dimension. Her hands shook just slightly, the bright red flush on her face betraying her inner panic.

Meanwhile, Charlus… Charlus had buried his nose deeper into the paper, but the way his shoulders trembled gave him away. He was doing everything in his power not to burst out laughing. One chuckle and he’d be banished to the guest room until Christmas. But gods, he was proud. That little zinger at the end? It was the sort of move that would've earned him a toast back in his school days. If he'd been drinking tea, he would've absolutely sprayed it across the table.

“Corvus. Matthew-"

Rick cut in smoothly, not a flicker of fear in his voice, his tone steady and laced with irreverent calm. Her use of his full name might have cowed a lesser son, but Rick met it like a punch he’d already parried unshaken and unamused.

“If anyone broke the rules of this house it’s you, mom. Entering without knocking someone’s room is such a breach of privacy. I’m so disappointed in you.”

“I’m your mother! I can do anything I want in this house!”

“So you purposely don’t use the soundproofing charm to restrict the noise of yours and dad’s activities to your room? What kind of mother forces her son to listen to that? I might need to see a mind healer for years.”

Dorea’s jaw nearly hit the breakfast table with an audible thunk, her expression frozen in disbelief as if someone had cast Petrificus Totalus mid-sentence. Even Charlus so often the picture of composed amusement choked on his tea and had to thump his own chest, eyes wide as his son’s verbal bombshell detonated across the table like a particularly well-placed howler.

“I will end this conversation by making something very clear, mom. Lily is the most important thing in my life. The one I love the most above anyone else. She goes? *I* go. Now, would you kindly pass me the bacon, please?”

“...”

“...”

“...”

With both a theatrical frown and an exaggerated pout worthy of a stage production, Dorea slid the plate of bacon toward her son like she was surrendering a family heirloom in a hostage negotiation. The gesture was dramatic, slow, and filled with the kind of wounded dignity only a thoroughly defeated mother could muster. “You took all the fun away.”

“From where I’m sitting, I sure didn’t.”

“Charlus! Corvus is bullying me!” she whined.

“Corvus, why don’t you take pity on your poor mom, hm?”

“And here I thought she’d be proud of me showing some cunning for once. I guess I just can’t win.” Rick stood up and went to hug his mother and gave her a loving kiss on her cheek.

“Love you, mom. Better luck next time?”

“Ugh! How could I lose?!”

“Well… I’m not only your son but also dad’s. The best of you both. It was to be expected.” Rick replied, taking back his place next to Lily. “You also owe an apology to Lily for scaring her. She really thought she was in trouble, you know?”

“Oh! Lily! I’m sorry! I was so suddenly taken by the idea of embarrassing Corvus and making him sweat that I didn’t consider how you would feel.”

“It’s alright ma’am.” the redhead replied with a weak smile.

“No, it’s not. You’re our guest and you were treated poorly. And just so you know I love having you here and not just because you make Corvus happier. You don’t have to worry about being kicked out of the manor, that won’t ever happen.”

“It’s a relief to hear that. Was it not for my trust in Rick,  I would have been more than a bit worried. Down right terrified in fact.” she let out a tired sigh.

“Honestly... We’ve known ever since you went to Hogwarts last year, that you two were having sex. We don’t mind at all.”

“Just don’t make us grandparents any time soon.” Charlus added.

“We’re careful, don’t worry.”

Lily bit on her toast and Rick explained why they shouldn’t. “Starting from second year, every witch can ask Madam Pomfrey to be put on the potion.”

“I’ve been taking it ever since I started dating your son.”

“Oh they do now? That’s good.”

“Yes. Dorea and I witnessed a few witches who had to leave Hogwarts because of an unplanned pregnancy.”

“It still happens. Andromeda Black left Hogwarts pregnant. She did pass her NEWTs before she could really show or so I heard from Sirius.”

“Really? Little Andromeda? That’s a surprise. My nephew wouldn’t have allowed it unless she was already married.”

“She wasn’t. Still from Sirius, she was disowned for eloping with her muggle-born boyfriend who’s the father of the baby. She also broke her betrothal contract with some House I don’t remember.”

“Oh! Merlin!” his mother exclaimed and turned to her husband. “Charlus!”

“We’ll find her, Dear.”

“It’s been three years! Who knows where she could be? Or if she’s still even alive?!”

“If she’s alive, she’s probably in the muggle world, her boyfriend being muggle-born. And what do you mean by ‘if she’s still even alive’ to begin with?”

“Lily, my side of the family is… ‘deranged’ would be an understatement. I know my brother would never have laid a finger on her but my nephews… Orion would have cursed her and Cygnus… Cygnus was always a wretched boy. There was no barrel’s bottom too deep for him if it meant prestige, gold and power. Then there is Walburga. She’s five years older than Orion and yet sank her claws in him just because he was the heir despite being first cousins. She’s completely insane. But then again, she’s Pollux's daughter.”

“There are… a lot of questions I have but I’m not sure I want to know the answers under fear of being scarred for life so I’ll just say… Sandwiches.” The joke would have worked in normal times but a relative’s life and her child may be in danger.

“Let’s start by writing an owl to her, mom. Then find out her boyfriend’s name and address in the muggle world. I’m sure we can find some of his family that would know their whereabouts.”

Dorea took a deep, measured breath, pushing the rising panic and guilt back into the vault of her composure. Her lips pressed into a firm line, but her eyes shimmered with the beginnings of tears. Charlus, ever her steady anchor, reached across the table and took her hand in both of his. His touch was warm, grounding, a silent assurance that she wasn’t carrying the burden alone.

“I’ll ask Albus for help regarding her boyfriend’s address.”

“Uh, mom? I doubt the Headmaster would relinquish the information of a former student.”

“He would not but he owes me and I’m calling in that favor.” She rose from her chair and left the kitchen for the living room.

“Albus Dumbledore owes her?” Rick asked his father with an eyebrow raised in curiosity. Even Lily was curious to hear the story behind it.

Charlus just shrugged his shoulders. “War stories. I’m not quite sure what it’s all about either and I’d rather not ask.”

“While you’re searching for Andromeda magically, I’ll pick up a phone book in muggle London during my date with Lily.”

“We’re going on a date?” the redhead asked cutely with interest.

“I hope so. We’ve been dating for more than a year and never went to one. I mean a proper one.”

They had shared quiet moments at Hogwarts nights in the Room of Requirement, cozy dinners conjured up by magic, whispered laughter over candlelight but they had never truly stepped into the wider world together. No hand-in-hand strolls through Diagon Alley, no sitting side-by-side in a dark cinema watching a film, no aimless browsing through bookstore aisles or spontaneous ice cream stops. All the typical things young couples did, the mundane magic of real-world dating, had been absent from their love story so far. And it suddenly felt like a gap worth filling.

“That’s true.” She suddenly gasped and rose from her chair. “That means I need to prepare!”

Before he could say anything, she ran out of the kitchen towards her bedroom.

“I… wasn’t expecting that.” Rick remarked looking in the direction his girlfriend disappeared.

“What’s a phone book?”

Turning around to look at his father, Rick blinked for a moment then remembered his father was not that versed in muggle technology. He used his wand to transfiguration two cups connected together by a 5 meter long rope.

“Put it against your ear.”

He went out of the kitchen, put the cup in front of his mouth and talked.

“That’s the basic principle of a phone. Allowing people to communicate almost immediately with someone far away. A bit like the floo, now that I think about it.” he said and put the cup in his ear.

“...”

“To answer you need to speak in the cup.”

“Understood. Muggle really are fascinating. How does that even work without magic?”

Rick went back to the kitchen and sat back down. “Every sound is in fact the air vibrating making a wave. The cup is there to contain those vibrations which have only one way to propagate: the rope. On the other end of it the cup acts as a closed chamber in which the wave can be released. If you remove the cup you wouldn’t hear anything because the wave would spread all around.

“That’s amusing. And all muggles have this?”

“In a civilized country? Yes. Tell you what, if you’re curious about it, I’ll bring you one back too.”

“I’m good.”

“You sure? You could study the system to play music in one room and air it in another or is there a spell for that already?”

“Not that I know of. Good point though.”

Rick finished his breakfast and went to wait for Lily in the living room. He was sitting on the couch when Karkass popped in and gave Rick two letters from the Ministry of Magic before popping back. One was for him, the other was addressed to Lily.

“Our OWLs results?”

He pondered for a moment if he should open it or not but decided to wait for Lily so they could discover their grades together. He didn’t have to wait long, his girlfriend entered the room a few minutes later. He found her so beautiful that he forgot the letters on the spot. She had done her hair a mix of a ponytail and french braid and was wearing a beautiful green sundress.

“I was going to ask you if you liked how I look but the way you’re looking at me, says it all.” she said, sauntering towards him and leaning forward to give him a kiss. She had bent at the waist and Rick got a very nice view of her naked chest.

“You’re definitely keeping that dress on for a round or two tonight.”

“Tonight? I was thinking of today.” she teased.

“Cloak?”

“Cloak.” she nodded.

“Do I get to choose where?”

“Once.”

“That’s not much but I’ll take it. Here.” he handed her her letter. “Our OWLs results.”

Lily took the envelope and sat down next to Rick on the loveseat.

Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry

Ordinary Wizarding Level Results

This document certifies that the candidate (named below) completed their Ordinary Wizarding Level examinations, conducted by the Wizarding Examination Authority (dependant of the Department of Magical Education) and achieved the following results:

Candidate: Rick Wald

Examination Period: June 1976

Pass Grades:

Outstanding (O)Exceed Expectations (E) Acceptable (A)

Fail Grades:

Poor (P) Dreadful (D) Troll (T)

Arithmancy: OAstronomy: OCare of Magical Creatures: OCharms: ODefense Against the Dark Arts: ODivination: OHerbology: OHistory of Magic: OMuggle Studies: OPotions: OStudy of Ancient Runes: OTransfiguration: O

Number of OWLs obtained : Twelve

Comment: Mister Wald has achieved outstanding results, beating the previous record of ten OWLs held by Albus Dumbledore since 1897. The display of a fully corporeal patronus (Dun Mare) at such a young age is a testament of how talented he is. I await his NEWTs examinations in two years time.

Griselda Marchbanks,

Governor of the Wizarding Examination Authority

A satisfied smile on his face, he turned to Lily who had the same. “I got thirteen OWLs. You?”

“That’s one more than-” A surprised Lily stopped talking when she realized he was having her on. They were taking the exact same classes and it was only possible to get twelve OWLs. She slapped his arm for teasing her like that. “You’re an ass.”

He put his arm around her waist, pulled her towards him and laid a kiss on her temple. That didn’t help one bit in shifting her resting bitch face she had put on for his unfunny joke. He didn’t need to check her letter to know it was almost identical.

“We beat Dumbledore. Aren’t we awesome?” That did the job and a bright smile spread across her face.

“We are.” she admitted easily and melted into his chest forgetting or forgiving all about his stupid joke.

The lovey dovey moment was cut short by Dorea appearing in the fireplace. In a flash, Rick pulled out his wand and removed the soot on her mother.

“Thank you, Corvus.”

“Did you get the information?”

“I got the name of the boy but nothing else.” she grunted in displeasure. “Stupid old goat.”

Not wanting to be subjected to the coming rant, Rick quickly made her an offer.