Chapter 39: Competition
Rick woke up in paradise. Lily was snuggling against him, his arm in the valley of her breasts while Marlene was on the other side with a leg that covered his while her head used his other arm as a pillow. The cherry on the cake wasn’t that both were naked. No, it was that they were in their bedroom and not Rick’s.
He had proven Lily wrong by changing into his crow form and resting on Lily’s shoulder when she got up the stairs. Since he wasn’t touching the steps the system didn’t activate. Of course that had happened after they came back from their patrol after curfew so no one saw him turning into a crow but from now on, he would just change in his room and fly through the window to reach the girls’ bedroom.
It was the first time Marlene saw him in his animagus form and she found him quite cute. What happened afterwards had been expected. The blonde witch had been ‘thanked’ longly for her idea of presenting NEWTs without teachers to instruct them. She sure was happy about it. Especially when as discussed earlier in the day, Lily had created a toy she could use on Marlene. The dildo was of a more reasonable size than Rick’s cock and fit nicely in her ass. That had been a surprise for the blonde who had been gently riding Rick cowgirl but a pleasant one. They didn’t play too long and past midnight they went to sleep.
When Lily woke up she kissed Rick for all he was worth then went to wake Marlene by diving between her legs. Once the pleasured witch was up, both teamed up on Rick to relieve him of his painful erection. They had decided here and there that Rick would spend all nights with them from now on. Since he could sneak undetected in their room and they had the whole sixth-year floor for themselves, they could do pretty much anything they wanted.
After a nice hot shower where Rick took his time washing the girls, they went to breakfast and started their day like they always did. Lily shared that she had a talk with Professor Thistledown who agreed there was no need for her (and Rick who was in the same position) to keep coming in Arithmancy classes if she was studying for the Advanced classes and gave her book as references to study by herself. As such Lily and Rick had more free time for other classes which was more than fine with them.
“We have double potions today. How? We already had it yesterday.” Marlene wondered.
“If you don’t like potions why did you take the class?” asked Rick.
“Because after I’m done with duelling, I still want to have options for a new job and I’m not too bad at potions.”
Marlene, unlike Rick and Lily, was not interested at all in beating records or in every subject the school had to offer. She had dropped almost half of them only keeping DADA, transfiguration, charm and potions. Without her electives, Herbology and Astronomy she found herself with a lot of free periods. That she complained about having more potions classes than before was amusing.
At the end of breakfast, just before the trio left for the potion classroom, they were approached by Dumbledore.
“Miss Evans, Mister Wald, you’d be pleased to know that Alchemy classes will happen every Wednesday after dinner.”
Marlene’s jaw dropped to the table in shock while Rick grinned in victory and Lily was delighted. Dumbledore took a few steps back to the teachers table when he turned around.
“I’m curious to know how you did it.”
“I know it’s still summer and the temperature is a bit hot, sir but one should never forget to close their window when night falls. Especially when you can see it from another tower. If you’re talking about how I got them so fast, well… Crows are quite the resourceful birds.”
“Ah! That would do the trick indeed.”
Albus gave five points to Gryffindor for his cleverness and went on his way. The girls looked at Rick in expectation.
“I left the bag of sweets on his desk. Before joining you last night I noticed the window of his office was open. I flew in, put the bag and flew out.“
“You broke into the Headmaster’s office?!”
“It’s not breaking in if I don’t break anything to get in, Lily. As I said, his window was open.”
Marlene snorted at his answer while Lily shook her head, not believing her boyfriend had the guts to infiltrate the personal office of the greatest wizard in the world. Deep down, she knew he had it in him however.
When Albus sat down at his seat Minerva couldn’t help but question him.
“I guess even you can be wrong from time to time.”
“Is it surprising? I’m just a man, Minerva. With plenty of flaws. I’m bound to be wrong.”
“I’m curious about what kind of sweets he gave you that made you change your mind.”
“Muggle sweets.”
“Muggle sweets?” The surprise was evident in her voice.
“Yes. The sour ones were particularly… Sour. Quite the treat. One of them was so strong that it was like a jolt to my tongue and my brain. I’m definitely having Mister Wald pay me with more of those.”As Minerva rolled her eyes at the childishness of her mentor, the trio were on their way to the potion classroom, taking their time. What was good with the NEWTs classes was that there were less students attending. Those that were not interested or didn’t make the Professor’s cut were not present and a lot of free space was thus available. Potions being a particularly difficult subject many dropped it unless they wanted to be an Auror, a healer or a potion master or mistress. As such there were only eleven students in the room. Almost half of them were Gryffindor. The trio was present but also Black and Potter.
“Good morning everyone!” Professor Slughorn greeted the students who one by one sat at a workstation. “Yesterday was a bit of a revision of the wiggenweld potion because it’s one of the most important potions to know and because it gets your mind back on the difficult art of potion brewing after a whole summer of inactivity. Consider today as our real first class of the year. As such, it is a personal tradition of mine to start by having you see which potions we’re going to make this term and - and that’s the fun part - start a small competition with what I believe is quite the prize.”
“What is the prize, Professor?”
“Good question, Miss McKinnon. I’ll keep that a secret for a bit longer. Now come, come. Let’s see if you can tell what each cauldron on my desk contains.”
The students rose from their seats and went towards the teacher’s desk. Marlene and Rick positioned themselves on either side of Lily to stop any funny idea Potter and Snape may have had in talking with the redhead. They didn’t even think about it and just did as if it was second nature to protect Lily.
“Now, let’s start with this one.” Horace pointed at the one on his left.
The potion had a thick, dark muddle look and reminded Rick of really bad dental paste. He recognized what it was, his mother having shown it to him the previous year. Raising his hand he noticed that Snape had raised his too.
“Mister Wald?”
“Polyjuice.”
“Correct. Can you tell us more about it?”
“Polyjuice is a potion that needs a month to brew. Unlike most potions, it has two separate parts with very different steps.The particularity of the potion is that it changes your appearance to the one of another person. For that you must add a piece of the said person, like a hair or a nail, into the potion and they must have been alive when you collect the sample. The change lasts for one hour but can be extended by drinking another dose. When a sample is added to the potion its color and thickness change depending on what kind of person the sample comes from.
It is said that a good person would change the potion’s color into something warm and the taste would be ‘good’. A bad person and the color would be cold and the taste awful. The better the person, the better the color and the taste. Inversely the worse the person the worst the color and taste. Whether that’s true or not has not yet been proven for obvious reasons.”
“Excellent answer! I wouldn’t have said it better myself. Take ten points for Gryffindor.”
He moved from behind the cauldron containing the Polyjuice and stood into a slightly bigger one. This time the potion was clear albeit with a tint of green and the bottom of it had red brownish color.
“Anyone know this one?”
This time Lily’s hand joined Rick’s and Snape’s. The latter was picked to answer.
“Essence of Insanity, sir. It causes the one to drink it to make irrational decisions, making them behave erratically.”
“That’s correct. Ten points for Slytherin. Now the essence of Insanity is a very dangerous potion which use is extremely regulated by the Ministry. Remember that.”
The last potion had a mother-of-pearl sheen and its steam, of the same color, was rising in a spiral in the air. Once again Lily, Rick and Snape raised their hands. This time Horace gave the go to Lily.
“It’s Amortentia, the most powerful love potion in the world.”
“I’d like a whole cauldron, please!” Sirius interjected with a laugh which James imitated.
“I’m sure you’ll find a good usage, Mister Black, however you might be slightly disappointed with the results. Miss Evans, since you’re answering, can you tell us why?”
“Love potion is a misnomer because you can’t create actual love. What the potion does is create a deep and powerful attraction towards someone else. Sometimes a dangerous obsession even. Its particularity is its smell which varies from one person to another, each smelling scents of what attracts them the most.”
“Would you like to share what scents it has for you?”
“Sure, Professor. I smell…Fresh air like the wind, wood polish reminding me of the handle of a broomstick, ink and…sweat?”
“That’s quite the combination. Anyone else? Oh and Ten points for Gryffindors, Miss Evans. Perfect answer.”
“Me! I smell… something sweet and spicy and grassy.” revealed Marlene.
Horace nodded and asked if someone else would like to give an answer. While Potter answered he was smelling jasmine, parchment and lilies, something which made him and Sirius laugh, the girls looked at Rick intently. Understanding the message he spoke up.
“Old leather book, strawberry, mint and perichor.”
His answer seemed to have satisfied them. Marlene had a knowing smile and Lily a gleam in her bright green eyes that he knew was love. To her it was confirmation that he was truly attracted to her.“Alright, I guess only the Gryffindors are brave enough to share what they smell, not very surprising.” Horace chuckled at his own joke. “Now what we’re going to brew today is none other than the draught of the living dead. The one who brewed the best potion by the end of class would win this!” He pulled out a very small vial from his pocket and showed it to everyone present. “This is Felix Felicis, also known as Liquid Luck. One teaspoon of it and you’re sure to have the most perfect day of your life.”
Of course every student was suddenly very interested in the competition for the prize. Things turned serious. Lily and Rick exchange a glance then declare war.
“I won’t hold back,” he announced.
“Me neither. I’ll go with everything I know.”
After an intense staring contest, both turned around and went to their own cauldron. The first thing they did was transfigure the tools needed to get better and purer extract from the ingredients which would decrease the amount they needed and also make a better potion. Everyone was too busy to wonder what they were doing - if they even noticed - with the exception of Professor Slughorn who wondered what all the contraptions they had made were supposed to do. In normal times he would have put a stop to everything, saying it was a potion classroom not something else, but he knew his students and how prodigious they were so he let them do.
He observed what they were doing and more importantly what the tools were doing. He nearly cried out in shock when he saw Lily getting from a flower head a particularly dark pink liquid whose scent was the strongest he had ever smelled. She was ten feet away and the scent shouldn’t have reached him. Understanding dawned on him and he was very much interested in knowing how everything worked. Even more when he saw behind Lily, Rick completely shred the Phosphorus Bean inside a small transparent glass with at the center many blades stacked on the others around a central stick. The blades had turned so fast that it cut the bean easily and left nothing but a lot of juice.
He kept observing right until the end when everyone was done. He passed around to examine the results. He was quite proud of the class’s work. All potions were so well done that they could be sold in an apothecary. Snape was simply perfect and he had to give credit to the boy, he had a rare talent for brewing potions. Rick’s and Lily’s respective potions however were identical but also - and that was the important point - not what he had expected. Where everyone had a cauldron full they only had a small bowl. Inside them was just blackness. That was the expected color of the potion however where in the case of Snape, his potion reflected the light and allowed Horace to see a shape as his reflection, the potions of Rick and Lily offered nothing. He used his wand to cast Lumos and the liquid didn’t reflect the light either.
Dropping a small leaf in each bowl - like he did for every cauldron - he was astonished to see it immediately crumbled instead of taking a few seconds.
“I don’t quite know what to say. I’ve never seen such a powerful Draught of the Living Death in my whole career as a potion master. Saying ‘excellent’ feels underwhelming. What’s more, I’m unable to determine a winner.”
“That’s alright professor. In my opinion, Lily did better. I created every tool that we used so I’m more familiar than Lily is with them, yet she got the same results. To me it’s proof she did better.”
“Well… It’s difficult to argue the point.” He picked the Felix Felicis from his pocket and handed it to Lily. “I trust you know of the danger of using it?”
“Yes, Professor.”
“Good. Now everyone, class is over. You can go. Read chapter 3 to 5 for our next class and I want a ten inch essay on what part of the potion was difficult and what to do to make it easier. Miss Evans, Mister Wald a moment please.”
Marlene used by that happening a good quarter of the time exiting the classroom and waited outside. She was mentally exhausted, the potions had been the hardest she had ever brewed and she hated every second of it. Especially when she had to get the juice of the phosphorus bean by cutting it. The bean was so hard it kept jumping one way or another under the blade’s pressure. Had it not been for Lily whispering to her to not cut but crush it with the flat of the blade she would have lost an enormous amount of time. Sighing, she hoped the other potions would not be as difficult.
When her friends came out, they all went to their transfiguration class and went on about their day. After dinner the girls didn’t linger in the common room and instead retired to their bedroom. Ever since they began having sex together, the girls didn’t bother with pjs anymore and simply slept in the nude together, unless it was that particular time of the month.
“I’m curious.” Marlene asked as she laid on her back next to Lily.
“What about?”
“This morning when you listed the scents you got from the Amortentia you said ‘sweat’. How come? I get the other scents, though I’m pretty sure Potter thought they were all pointing to him.”
“He always thinks everything points to him.” Lily answered with a deadpan voice. “Sweat reminds me of Rick’s and I’s time together. I don’t know why but I always loved the way he smelled after we’re done. I could just bury my nose into him and smell him forever.”
“Weirdo.”
Marlene let out a teasing laugh prompting Lily to shift her body to lay face first on her. More accurately, face first onto the blonde breast and take one in her mouth and suck on it with a growl. Marlene laughed even more.
“You already started?”
Both girls turned their heads to the side in the direction of the open window to see Rick in the middle of removing his clothes. Lily kept sucking, while she grabbed the free breasts and began to play with the nipple with her fingers making it hard.
“She’s just frustrated because I told her she was a weird- Aaah.” Lily had slightly bitten her nipple expecting to hurt her a bit but it had the opposite effect. “Weirdo for liking smelling your sweat.”
“As long as it’s my sweat.”
Rick bent low, his hand braced beside Marlene’s hip, and kissed her with a sly, claiming heat. His tongue slipped between her lips just long enough to whisper promise, a slick teasing flick that made her exhale through her nose, soft and startled. Then he drew back, eyes glittering with the kind of mischief she knew well—his way of saying: later, I’m going to ruin you.
Beside them, Lily lingered on her knees, her tight, round ass perked up high like a meal plated just for the taking. Rick's palm cracked across her bare cheeks sound as ripe as fruit splitting under pressure. The jiggle that followed was obscene, absolutely mouthwatering, and the yelp Lily gave— with just the barest thread of laughter—was satisfaction all its own. She crawled forward at once, hips swaying like she was proud of what she had, as if daring anyone to hit it again.
Rick dropped beside Marlene, his weight dipping the mattress, his mouth immediately seeking the neglected breast with greedy precision. Tongue, teeth, lips—all came into play as he latched onto her nipple and sucked, slow and hard, the sound wet and deliberate. Schlp. Nnnnh. Schlp. Marlene moaned low in her throat, her body arching subtly, one hand rising to bury in his hair.
On her other side, Lily was already there—already worshiping the opposite tit with almost reverent attention, her tongue flicking lazy circles around the areola before closing her lips over the hardened peak. Together, they took her in stereo: heat and suction from both sides, the tension building in perfect symmetry.
Marlene's hands tangled in both their hair, and she tugged down—hard. Her intent was clear, explicit, undeniable: suck me deeper, I need more. Her nipples throbbed, wet and stiff between their mouths, and each pull of suction sent sharp sparks down to her clit.
She was already breathing faster when she felt the first brush of fingers lower down. A wandering touch across the slick lips of her pussy, parting her gently, exploring the heat with confident, practiced ease. Her hips twitched. The kiss on her breast turned into a firm suck—mmmph!—and Lily's moan buzzed against her skin as her own hand moved lower, pressing into Marlene’s thigh, keeping her open.
She tilted her head back against the pillows, the dark red of her lipstick smeared now, cheeks flushed. Two mouths on her chest, one hand sliding through the nectar pooling between her legs—and all of it was only foreplay. She knew exactly what was coming.
They were going to take her together.
She loved that thought—no, craved it. Her heart raced at the promise of two cocks, two mouths, four hands, all of it on her, in her, devouring her piece by piece like wolves sharing a kill. Her pussy pulsed under the fingers now stroking along her entrance, gathering slickness deliberately, spreading it over the soft, aching folds.
Her thighs relaxed further, her legs falling open wide in open invitation. Marlene didn’t play coy. Not with them. Not when she knew what it would feel like to be sandwiched between their bodies, filled at both ends, her screams swallowed by a kiss while her body stretched to accommodate everything they gave.
Her nails scratched gently at the backs of their necks, and she shifted her hips with subtle urgency, whispering just loud enough for both of them to hear:
“Don’t make me wait.”