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Date created: 2004-06-16 16:03:19
THREE YEARS. Whoa.
Let's celebrate with porn. The first that I have ever posted, la.
Title: Non-Studious Boys Can Have Fun in the Library, Too
Rating: R? NC-17? It's really rather PWP.
Pairing: Adrian Pucey/Terry Boot
Summary: Adrian's few memories of the Hogwarts library.
Warnings: Library sex! Also they're underage. *hides from sixapart*
Notes: For sparklychibi, for the simple reason that she likes the names Terry and Adrian. This is unbeta-ed, so if it's completely sucky, that would be why.
In the six years he'd attended Hogwarts, Adrian Pucey had stepped inside the library exactly three times.
The first time was actually the summer before first year, but after he'd received his letter. His father had been part of the Board of Governors and he'd dragged Adrian along to a review of the school.
Adrian, bored out of his mind with the men and women slowly walking around commenting on things as mundane as the house elves' work ethic, had wandered off to tour the school his way. The library had been spectacular to him then: he really could not wrap his mind around anyone reading just one of these books for fun, much less all million trillion kajillion of them.
The Quidditch shed had been even more spectacular to him, however. He turned the showers on and off, on and off, and was soaked when his father found him again.
~*~
The second time had been more traumatic than sentimental. Since the beginning of third year, since he had joined the Slytherin Quidditch team as a Chaser, his marks had been steadily dropping.
His mother held that he just wasn't made for school, with which he eagerly agreed, but his father was entirely unhappy. "Quidditch is neither a stable nor lucrative career path," he had written to his son in language barely understandable to thirteen-year-old Adrian. "If your marks continue to decline in this manner, I shall be obligated to withdraw you from the team."
Well, Adrian knew what that meant. And there was no way he was going to stop Quidditch, not after he'd been working with Montague all this time to master the Porskoff Ploy. So, one cold and dreary Saturday morning-one he wouldn't have wanted to spend flying on the Pitch, anyway-he dragged his unusually heavy book bag into the library, chose a dowdy carrel, and pulled out his Transfiguration book.
When he woke up later that afternoon to a crick in his neck and the sound of giggling first year girls, he decided that it was the worst day he had ever had, and that from then on he would stick to Flint's admittedly brilliant cheating techniques.
~*~
The third occasion had happened sometime near the end of his sixth year.
He supposed it was late, him trying to figure himself out now, when his friends met girls clandestinely in broom closets and came back to the dorm with bite marks all over their chests. He felt stupid, all right? But still. He supposed he ought to know once and for all so he wouldn't look like an idiot when people asked him to Hogsmeade. Which had happened today-both the asking and the idiocy.
He wasn't about to go around asking people for advice, either, because there wasn't a single person he could trust with this. So, books it was. Impersonal and informational.
He had never exactly been renowned for his mastery of stealth or anything, and he wasn't exactly discreet shuffling towards the rather measly queer literature section. He covertly looked around for anyone who might see him, and, upon assuring himself that no rumors would be popping up tomorrow at breakfast, tiptoed into the aisle.
It seemed more depressing than the rest of the library. The majority of the books were either falling apart or already had. He looked right; the somewhat frightening title Homosexual Wizards and the Salem Witch Trials came into view. He stared at it wonderingly.
There was a chuckle on the other end of the aisle. Adrian looked up, blushing immediately. It was a tall, thin boy he didn't know but recognized as in a year one or two below him.
"What's your problem?" said Adrian with as much venom as possible.
The boy shrugged. "I don't have one." He strolled over to see which book with which Adrian had been so recently enthralled. "You might, though. I read that one. Not very uplifting or anything."
Adrian raised an eyebrow. "You read it? Why?"
"Why not? It's a book. I like to read. Plus, it sounded interesting. Did you know Wendelin the Weird, that one witch who got sent to the stake like fifty times, she was a lesbian?"
Adrian didn't know what to say to this. He shrugged noncommittally.
The boy gave a sort of half-smile. "I'm Terry Boot. Ravenclaw."
"I'm Adrian Pucey. Er, Slytherin."
"I know who you are. So, you're gay?"Adrian must have made a face because Boot went on to add quickly, "There's got to be a reason you're here. Nobody assigns things you'd have to come here for. Plus, I don't care whether you are or aren't."
Adrian shrugged. "I don't know. Are you?"
Boot grinned.
"How old are you, anyway?" asked Adrian.
"Fifteen," said Boot.
"Kind of young, aren't you."
"Because you're so old and wise yourself, right?" Boot pulled what seemed to be a random book from the shelf and tossed it to Adrian. "Read that."
Adrian turned it over and read the title: The Homosexual Handbook: So You're Batting for the Other Team, Now, Are You? by some guy with the last name Flowerdust.
"Flowerdust? You've got to be kidding me."
Boot shrugged. "Or you could just wonder."
Adrian read the entire thing that very night.
And the next day, he snogged Terry Boot in a broom closet.
~*~
Then there was a fourth time, right before seventh year. It was indubitably the most memorable.
It was another one of those annual school appraisals, and he'd been fed up with his summertime routine of sleep in until noon, fly, lounge around doing absolutely nothing and then fall asleep at any time between eleven o'clock PM and three o'clock AM. There was no reason why he shouldn't tag along with his father. However, the appraisal proved to be just as tedious as it had always been, and soon Adrian had broken away from the shuffling, black-robed Board of Governors and set out for his own adventure.
It was different when there weren't so many students inside. He couldn't hear lessons wafting from classrooms when he walked, hands in pockets, through the corridors. When he passed the kitchens on his way to the Slytherin dungeons, the clanging and other sounds of preparation weren't nearly as loud as usual. It was odd, and somewhat depressing. The fact that he was so small compared to Hogwarts' all-encompassing hugeness made him feel a little lonely.
Nobody was in the dungeons, and to tell the truth, he'd always thought it was a bit creepy down there. After quickly peeking into his dormitory, he went back upstairs, and found himself walking in the direction of the library.
It was dark inside. He supposed it was cooler, that way, with shades drawn over the numerous windows. He imagined Madam-Pinch, was that her name?-somewhere amongst the toppling stacks and tall, sinister bookshelves, planning punishments for students who dared disrespect or vandalize a book.
He found the Quidditch section and ventured down the gloomy aisle. He'd been meaning to read-yes, voluntarily-Quidditch Through the Ages for a while now. Amazingly, he'd even remembered that it was written by Kennilworthy Whisp.
It would have been the second ever time he'd checked a book out of the library-if it had been there. But as much as he looked, he couldn't find it anywhere.
There was a sound behind him. He turned around quickly to see Terry standing there, with Quidditch Through the Ages in his hands.
"Who forced you to come in here?" asked Terry, laughing.
"I was looking for that," replied Adrian, taking the book from Terry. "I've been meaning to read it."
Anticipation laced Adrian's every move. Ever since last summer, they'd had a sort of agreement, which was this: If Terry helped Adrian with his homework, Adrian would fuck Terry.
It was quite a good arrangement.
"'Meaning to read it.' That's a new one. Sure you weren't looking for new and innovative ways to cheat?"
Adrian rolled his eyes. "Anyway, what are you doing here?"
Terry took the book from Adrian and, using him as leverage, leaned over to place it onto the shelf. He was easily two inches taller, which was unfair as far as Adrian was concerned, since he was a year and a half younger.
"Well," began Terry, stepping back a bit but keeping a hand on Adrian's waist, "if you really want to know, I was returning books."
"In summer."
"In summer. Madam Pince is quite nicer when there aren't so many kids around."
"You're definitely a Ravenclaw," Adrian said.
Terry leaned forward and kissed him. Resting his forehead against Adrian's, he smiled and said, "You know what else Madam Pince is when nobody's around?"
Adrian didn't care much for the answer but he waited anyway.
"She's taking a nap. A long one."
They both grinned.
It was too warm for robes, no matter what his father thought, and so Adrian wore a t-shirt and jeans. One of Terry's hands slid up the shirt as they kissed, until it was bunched around Adrian's armpits.
Terry bent over to lick his nipple and Adrian closed his eyes. Terry was very, very good at this part, the licking and pinching and biting only a little bit. Adrian slipped his hands through the other boy's hair, sighing.
Brilliant, but before long, Adrian needed more. He gently pulled at Terry's head so that he could kiss him again. Terry bit at his bottom lip and skimmed his tongue along the numbness. Unintentionally their erections, straining through the fabric of their trousers, rubbed together, and Adrian rolled his hips just so, trying to recreate the sensation.
Adrian had come a long way from his awkward fumbling, and deftly he slipped one hand down to unbutton Terry's jeans. When he pushed them down and freed his wonderfully hard cock, there was a jerk and Terry scratched his bitten fingernails over Adrian's left nipple.
They were both sighing and moaning now. Terry mouthed Adrian's jaw and bit his earlobe; Adrian gripped Terry's silky, warm cock. As he began to move his hand up and down, their lips crashed together once more, only just avoiding the clash of teeth. Terry clearly hadn't shaved too recently and his stubble rubbed against Adrian's cheek and chin.
Adrian, brushing his thumb over the head of Terry's cock, was concentrating on making Terry come and was almost startled when he felt his own trousers being unbuttoned and pushed down. A hand squeezed around him and he tilted his head back, biting the side of his free hand in order to make as little sound as possible.
They were grinding their hips into each other's hands as their movements became steadily faster. Adrian arched, hitting the back of his head on the shelf. That didn't keep him from shuddering and biting down even harder on his hand as he came. Terry, not bothering to stifle his loud moan, wasn't far behind.
Their lips came together for one last kiss before they hurried to pull up their trousers. Panting, Adrian said, "Maybe I should come in the library more often."
"Come, yeah," laughed Terry. He shook his head as if it would settle into neatness, but it stayed stubbornly messy in that I've-just-been-snogging-someone look.
"Who's in here?" screeched a voice which might have been female or might have been fingernails on a chalkboard. A lantern shone down the aisle of bookshelves and Adrian and Terry tried their best to look innocent.
"Just returning a book, ma'am," said Terry, smiling charmingly.
"I'm just checking out the library for my father," offered Adrian when Madam Pince turned her myopic eye on him. "He's part of the Board of Governors."
She narrowed her eyes suspiciously at both of them but left them to themselves once again.
When she ws gone, they grinned at each other. "You know," said Adrian, "I think that the first week of school I will need tutoring. And that it'll have to be in the library."
THREE YEARS. Whoa.
Let's celebrate with porn. The first that I have ever posted, la.
Title: Non-Studious Boys Can Have Fun in the Library, Too
Rating: R? NC-17? It's really rather PWP.
Pairing: Adrian Pucey/Terry Boot
Summary: Adrian's few memories of the Hogwarts library.
Warnings: Library sex! Also they're underage. *hides from sixapart*
Notes: For sparklychibi, for the simple reason that she likes the names Terry and Adrian. This is unbeta-ed, so if it's completely sucky, that would be why.
In the six years he'd attended Hogwarts, Adrian Pucey had stepped inside the library exactly three times.
The first time was actually the summer before first year, but after he'd received his letter. His father had been part of the Board of Governors and he'd dragged Adrian along to a review of the school.
Adrian, bored out of his mind with the men and women slowly walking around commenting on things as mundane as the house elves' work ethic, had wandered off to tour the school his way. The library had been spectacular to him then: he really could not wrap his mind around anyone reading just one of these books for fun, much less all million trillion kajillion of them.
The Quidditch shed had been even more spectacular to him, however. He turned the showers on and off, on and off, and was soaked when his father found him again.
~*~
The second time had been more traumatic than sentimental. Since the beginning of third year, since he had joined the Slytherin Quidditch team as a Chaser, his marks had been steadily dropping.
His mother held that he just wasn't made for school, with which he eagerly agreed, but his father was entirely unhappy. "Quidditch is neither a stable nor lucrative career path," he had written to his son in language barely understandable to thirteen-year-old Adrian. "If your marks continue to decline in this manner, I shall be obligated to withdraw you from the team."
Well, Adrian knew what that meant. And there was no way he was going to stop Quidditch, not after he'd been working with Montague all this time to master the Porskoff Ploy. So, one cold and dreary Saturday morning-one he wouldn't have wanted to spend flying on the Pitch, anyway-he dragged his unusually heavy book bag into the library, chose a dowdy carrel, and pulled out his Transfiguration book.
When he woke up later that afternoon to a crick in his neck and the sound of giggling first year girls, he decided that it was the worst day he had ever had, and that from then on he would stick to Flint's admittedly brilliant cheating techniques.
~*~
The third occasion had happened sometime near the end of his sixth year.
He supposed it was late, him trying to figure himself out now, when his friends met girls clandestinely in broom closets and came back to the dorm with bite marks all over their chests. He felt stupid, all right? But still. He supposed he ought to know once and for all so he wouldn't look like an idiot when people asked him to Hogsmeade. Which had happened today-both the asking and the idiocy.
He wasn't about to go around asking people for advice, either, because there wasn't a single person he could trust with this. So, books it was. Impersonal and informational.
He had never exactly been renowned for his mastery of stealth or anything, and he wasn't exactly discreet shuffling towards the rather measly queer literature section. He covertly looked around for anyone who might see him, and, upon assuring himself that no rumors would be popping up tomorrow at breakfast, tiptoed into the aisle.
It seemed more depressing than the rest of the library. The majority of the books were either falling apart or already had. He looked right; the somewhat frightening title Homosexual Wizards and the Salem Witch Trials came into view. He stared at it wonderingly.
There was a chuckle on the other end of the aisle. Adrian looked up, blushing immediately. It was a tall, thin boy he didn't know but recognized as in a year one or two below him.
"What's your problem?" said Adrian with as much venom as possible.
The boy shrugged. "I don't have one." He strolled over to see which book with which Adrian had been so recently enthralled. "You might, though. I read that one. Not very uplifting or anything."
Adrian raised an eyebrow. "You read it? Why?"
"Why not? It's a book. I like to read. Plus, it sounded interesting. Did you know Wendelin the Weird, that one witch who got sent to the stake like fifty times, she was a lesbian?"
Adrian didn't know what to say to this. He shrugged noncommittally.
The boy gave a sort of half-smile. "I'm Terry Boot. Ravenclaw."
"I'm Adrian Pucey. Er, Slytherin."
"I know who you are. So, you're gay?"Adrian must have made a face because Boot went on to add quickly, "There's got to be a reason you're here. Nobody assigns things you'd have to come here for. Plus, I don't care whether you are or aren't."
Adrian shrugged. "I don't know. Are you?"
Boot grinned.
"How old are you, anyway?" asked Adrian.
"Fifteen," said Boot.
"Kind of young, aren't you."
"Because you're so old and wise yourself, right?" Boot pulled what seemed to be a random book from the shelf and tossed it to Adrian. "Read that."
Adrian turned it over and read the title: The Homosexual Handbook: So You're Batting for the Other Team, Now, Are You? by some guy with the last name Flowerdust.
"Flowerdust? You've got to be kidding me."
Boot shrugged. "Or you could just wonder."
Adrian read the entire thing that very night.
And the next day, he snogged Terry Boot in a broom closet.
~*~
Then there was a fourth time, right before seventh year. It was indubitably the most memorable.
It was another one of those annual school appraisals, and he'd been fed up with his summertime routine of sleep in until noon, fly, lounge around doing absolutely nothing and then fall asleep at any time between eleven o'clock PM and three o'clock AM. There was no reason why he shouldn't tag along with his father. However, the appraisal proved to be just as tedious as it had always been, and soon Adrian had broken away from the shuffling, black-robed Board of Governors and set out for his own adventure.
It was different when there weren't so many students inside. He couldn't hear lessons wafting from classrooms when he walked, hands in pockets, through the corridors. When he passed the kitchens on his way to the Slytherin dungeons, the clanging and other sounds of preparation weren't nearly as loud as usual. It was odd, and somewhat depressing. The fact that he was so small compared to Hogwarts' all-encompassing hugeness made him feel a little lonely.
Nobody was in the dungeons, and to tell the truth, he'd always thought it was a bit creepy down there. After quickly peeking into his dormitory, he went back upstairs, and found himself walking in the direction of the library.
It was dark inside. He supposed it was cooler, that way, with shades drawn over the numerous windows. He imagined Madam-Pinch, was that her name?-somewhere amongst the toppling stacks and tall, sinister bookshelves, planning punishments for students who dared disrespect or vandalize a book.
He found the Quidditch section and ventured down the gloomy aisle. He'd been meaning to read-yes, voluntarily-Quidditch Through the Ages for a while now. Amazingly, he'd even remembered that it was written by Kennilworthy Whisp.
It would have been the second ever time he'd checked a book out of the library-if it had been there. But as much as he looked, he couldn't find it anywhere.
There was a sound behind him. He turned around quickly to see Terry standing there, with Quidditch Through the Ages in his hands.
"Who forced you to come in here?" asked Terry, laughing.
"I was looking for that," replied Adrian, taking the book from Terry. "I've been meaning to read it."
Anticipation laced Adrian's every move. Ever since last summer, they'd had a sort of agreement, which was this: If Terry helped Adrian with his homework, Adrian would fuck Terry.
It was quite a good arrangement.
"'Meaning to read it.' That's a new one. Sure you weren't looking for new and innovative ways to cheat?"
Adrian rolled his eyes. "Anyway, what are you doing here?"
Terry took the book from Adrian and, using him as leverage, leaned over to place it onto the shelf. He was easily two inches taller, which was unfair as far as Adrian was concerned, since he was a year and a half younger.
"Well," began Terry, stepping back a bit but keeping a hand on Adrian's waist, "if you really want to know, I was returning books."
"In summer."
"In summer. Madam Pince is quite nicer when there aren't so many kids around."
"You're definitely a Ravenclaw," Adrian said.
Terry leaned forward and kissed him. Resting his forehead against Adrian's, he smiled and said, "You know what else Madam Pince is when nobody's around?"
Adrian didn't care much for the answer but he waited anyway.
"She's taking a nap. A long one."
They both grinned.
It was too warm for robes, no matter what his father thought, and so Adrian wore a t-shirt and jeans. One of Terry's hands slid up the shirt as they kissed, until it was bunched around Adrian's armpits.
Terry bent over to lick his nipple and Adrian closed his eyes. Terry was very, very good at this part, the licking and pinching and biting only a little bit. Adrian slipped his hands through the other boy's hair, sighing.
Brilliant, but before long, Adrian needed more. He gently pulled at Terry's head so that he could kiss him again. Terry bit at his bottom lip and skimmed his tongue along the numbness. Unintentionally their erections, straining through the fabric of their trousers, rubbed together, and Adrian rolled his hips just so, trying to recreate the sensation.
Adrian had come a long way from his awkward fumbling, and deftly he slipped one hand down to unbutton Terry's jeans. When he pushed them down and freed his wonderfully hard cock, there was a jerk and Terry scratched his bitten fingernails over Adrian's left nipple.
They were both sighing and moaning now. Terry mouthed Adrian's jaw and bit his earlobe; Adrian gripped Terry's silky, warm cock. As he began to move his hand up and down, their lips crashed together once more, only just avoiding the clash of teeth. Terry clearly hadn't shaved too recently and his stubble rubbed against Adrian's cheek and chin.
Adrian, brushing his thumb over the head of Terry's cock, was concentrating on making Terry come and was almost startled when he felt his own trousers being unbuttoned and pushed down. A hand squeezed around him and he tilted his head back, biting the side of his free hand in order to make as little sound as possible.
They were grinding their hips into each other's hands as their movements became steadily faster. Adrian arched, hitting the back of his head on the shelf. That didn't keep him from shuddering and biting down even harder on his hand as he came. Terry, not bothering to stifle his loud moan, wasn't far behind.
Their lips came together for one last kiss before they hurried to pull up their trousers. Panting, Adrian said, "Maybe I should come in the library more often."
"Come, yeah," laughed Terry. He shook his head as if it would settle into neatness, but it stayed stubbornly messy in that I've-just-been-snogging-someone look.
"Who's in here?" screeched a voice which might have been female or might have been fingernails on a chalkboard. A lantern shone down the aisle of bookshelves and Adrian and Terry tried their best to look innocent.
"Just returning a book, ma'am," said Terry, smiling charmingly.
"I'm just checking out the library for my father," offered Adrian when Madam Pince turned her myopic eye on him. "He's part of the Board of Governors."
She narrowed her eyes suspiciously at both of them but left them to themselves once again.
When she ws gone, they grinned at each other. "You know," said Adrian, "I think that the first week of school I will need tutoring. And that it'll have to be in the library."