Chapitre 47: The Room She Required
The book spread over Hope's lap was not a Grimoire. It was actually a play - Henry VIII. Her finger skimmed over the line from the first act. Heat not a furnace for your foe so hot That it do singe yourself.
"Bullshit." Hope giggled from her position on Albus' chair by the fire. She was upside down, her head dangling off the seat while her legs draped over the back of the chair as she thumbed through the pages.
Albus chuckled lightly from his desk. "What is?"
Looking over at him, Hope watched him continue writing on his parchment while his eyebrow raised in amused curiosity.
"Oh, just Shakespeare," she then quoted, "Heat not a furnace for your foe so hot That it do singe yourself."
Albus looked up now, meeting her eyes. "Do you not agree?"
Shrugging, she rotated her body so her bare feet touched the carpet beneath. "I don't entirely disagree, but I think a little burnt flesh is a small price to pay for revenge."
He made no move to disagree with her, but Hope wondered if he simply chose his battles carefully.
"I want my memories," Hope continued, closing the book she set on the little circular table nearby, "not because I miss them or curiosity…" she trailed off. "I want to hit back." That was the honest truth. It wasn't enough that it didn't happen again. Hope wanted them to regret having ever touched her.
Yet, she was afraid.
It was always fear that stopped her from venturing the corridors alone. Afraid she wasn't strong enough to handle what lay in wait. She didn't want to be the prey, but she had no choice. None of them knew what kept attacking her, just that there was a good chance it could kill her someday.
It meant they all had to be careful.
It meant the freedom she'd obtained had been abolished before she could stretch into it properly.
Maybe Hope sounded a bit bitter, but who wouldn't?
"I know you do," Albus murmured.
Glancing over at him, she met his soft blue gaze.
"Let's focus on the now." He smiled gently before standing and crossed the room to her at a leisurely pace, offering her his hands.
Hope smiled, taking his hands. She let herself be pulled to her feet, where his lips grazed hers. "Tonight will be one to remember for all the right reasons."
Grinning, she nodded. Hope had no idea what exactly he and Newt had planned, but it was Friday, and she was to wear her ball gown and meet them across from the troll tapestry.
Hope let her thoughts of sour revenge drift away as their lips connected in soft, slow kisses.
It was nearing midnight, and Hope was alone in Albus' bedroom. Butterflies fluttered against her ribs as her eyes flitted up and down in the mirror. Hope had never used makeup before, at least not that she remembered, but now she wasn't sure she wanted to ever take it off.
The gold in her hazel eyes was so prominent now from the light black outline of her eyes, and her skin had never looked so soft and flawless. The blush along her cheekbones offered more shape to her features. Leaning forward, Hope carefully touched a bit of rose gold shade to her eyelids. Clearly, Albus had spared no expense in the makeup selection; the small package opened three times its size, showing more colors and products.
Adding a bit of rouge to her lips, she stood back and examined herself. Her lashes were long and black while her hair waved soft dark curls to her bare shoulders.
Midnight was about to strike, and Hope had only one thing left to do. She carefully stepped into the ball gown, adjusting her breasts into place while the fabric did the rest. Syliva had spelled it to fasten for her so she wouldn't have to worry about needing help. With a simple tug, it would undo itself.
Stepping into her shoes, which made her a good inch taller, Hope smiled at herself in the mirror. This was how she'd wanted to look the night of the ball, but she never thought she'd feel so nervous. She knew it would just be Newt and Albus, but the churn of her stomach was undeniable.
"Stop that," Hope told her reflection, gave a stubborn nod, and left the room.
The gargoyle opened, letting Hope move down the dark and empty hallway. Frowning, she continued on. She could see the troll tapestry ahead, but no one was there. The place where they said they'd meet her was utterly empty. Not a Wizard in sight.
Stopping at the tapestry, she looked to her right, where a blank wall stared back. Then, before her eyes, a door began to morph. Blinking in silent surprise, she couldn't help but smile. What kind of trickery were they up to?
Reaching for the handle, she turned it and pulled before slipping through and closing the door behind her.
Hope was immediately bathed in golden light. She gasped softly, trying to take it all in. Around the entire room were hundreds of glittering gold candles flickered on every surface available surrounding the bricked room. Looking up at the ceiling, she watched the sparkles from the candles cling to the surface, making it seem like they were under a blanket of stars.
In the center of the room stood Newt and Albus, both dressed in spectacular suits that clung to them in a perfect fit. They were both grinning, their eyes almost as glimmered as the candles.
A giggle bubbled up Hope's throat as she pressed her fingers to her lips just as Newt stepped forward and outstretched his hand.
"You never got to attend the ball, but we hope this might make up for some of it at least."
The butterflies in her stomach had traveled to her heart, making it pound wildly against her ribcage as she took his hand. "It's more than I could have ever asked for."
Hope gasped with a laugh of delight as Newt pulled her to him with a grin and began to sway to music that started somewhere in the room.
"What is this place?" Hope looked up at him and over at Albus, who was smiling with twinkling eyes as he watched them dance.
Albus chuckled and murmured. "It's the room that we require. No one will know we are here. Which means…" Newt spun Hope into Albus' arms before he could finish.
Hope grinned up at him, holding his shoulders. "That we can be who we are."
Albus nodded, smiling as he stroked the apple of her cheek. "You are absolutely stunning, Hope."
Blushing, she swayed with him. Turning through the open space before he lifted her and spun her in a circle. Hope grinned, holding him as they gazed into each other's eyes. It meant more than anything to dance with him like this. To have an almost normal moment without worrying about disapproving stares.
Hope moved back and forth between them, her glittering dress throwing reflections off the wall as she was spun and lifted.
Back in Newt's arms, he stroked his fingertips along the gems gracing her neck. "We picked them out together, you know."
Smiling, she looked up at him. "How long have you both been planning this?" Her skin was flushed all over from the heat of the candles and the movement of their bodies.
"Since the night that you got that letter," Newt smiled sheepishly, "we knew how important it was for you to go. How much you'd been looking forward to it. I was excited too, and I know this isn't exactly in the Great Hall…"
"It's perfect," Hope murmured, kissing his lips softly. "Thank you." She looked between them. "It's more than I could have ever wanted."
Albus smiled softly, stroking her shoulder lightly with his fingertips. "You are all we've ever wanted, darling. You studious, passionate, sarcastic thing."
Hope grinned and was prepared to argue when his lips touched hers, silencing her. While his tongue stroked into her mouth, she felt Newt's lips touch her neck. His lips moved tenderly against the base of her jaw, forcing a soft whine from her chest.
It had been so long since she'd felt their touch like this, Newt's fingers stroking her back while Albus rubbed gentle circles against her sides where the corset met the lace.
Hope had missed this.
She missed them.
"Will you have me?" Hope whispered against Albus' mouth. "Both of you?"
Newt took her chin, answering her question with a deep kiss that penetrated her soul.
Fingers worked at her back, carefully letting the corset loose and fall away. Hope's pants became labored as Albus' lips stroked along the soft skin of her shoulder. Closing her eyes, she let herself fall into their safety, relishing the stroke of his short beard against her sensitive skin. All while, Newt began kissing down to her exposed chest, careful where he licked and kissed so as not to go too far too fast.
Hope appreciated it, but she wanted this. All of it. Her fingers threaded into Newt's hair and guided his scorching tongue to her hardened nipple. She moaned softly as he sucked the peak into his mouth, stroking the tip in a slow circle.
With careful arms, Albus wrapped his arms around Hope's waist and carefully pulled her body down to his lap. She hadn't realized he was undressed until her back pressed against his bare chest.
Newt was disrobing now, taking a moment with the buttons, but didn't take long before lowering himself before her. His lips traced down her stomach while his fingers worked the straps of her shoes.
Hope would have thought the floor would be cold, but it wasn't. In fact, she felt she could practically melt into it. The moment was perfect. The three of them bare to each other under the glittering light of enchanted candles.
She also knew why Newt was going first; Hope watched as his tongue parted her wet folds, forcing her eyes to roll back. He wasn't as thick as Albus. Newt could stretch her nicely so that when it was his turn, she would feel only pleasure.
Resting her body against Albus', his hands massaged her shoulders and breasts. He rolled her nipples between his fingers while Newt licked between her legs, holding her knees apart. He held himself in his left hand, stroking his own length lightly while using his thumb to rub the tip. Hope watched a bead of precum form while Albus' length hardened against her back.
Newt kissed up her body then, his lips finding hers while he positioned his tip against her entrance. She was already soaked, and the slick thrust could be heard as an echo in the room. Newt moaned against her mouth as his hips began to roll like the ocean's tide, crashing into her in overwhelming waves.
Their breaths and moans, combined with the wet sound of them joining, were the only noises in the room. Hope pressed her head back against Albus' abdomen- having slid down a little and spread her legs wider to feel Newt deeper. She panted as he stretched her, filling her nicely. Her body was on fire, and the cliff's edge was so near she didn't know when she might fall over.
Newt pulled back just enough to gaze into her eyes, sweat dewing his brow as he continued his thrusts. They were both so close, and then it happened. Hope's hot channel convulsed, forcing a whining moan from her as she came around him. Milking his length in long pulls. Hope saw stars as she felt his hot cum spewing into her, triggered by her release.
It all seemed to happen in a luxuriously slow blur. One moment, Hope was gazing into Newt's eyes, and then the next, Albus'. The blue he had was just as soft as Newt's green, but Hope's was now a brilliant gold. Matching the room in its soft glow.
Albus inched into Hope with a soft gasp, not stopping until he bottomed out and their hips were flesh against each other. Resting her body against Newt's, she waited for Albus to slam into her aggressively as he had done in the past, but he didn't. He didn't tear his eyes from hers as he thrust into her, followed by a circular grind against her. Each time he did was a massage to her clit, making Hope gasp.
Sweat covered their bodies, but it was the most wonderful feeling in the world. It made sharing with each other somehow more meaningful. No words were spoken. There was no need as their breathing increased to pants, and that sweet pressure inside her continued to build. Hope was again on the precipice; she was shoved off without warning. Her eyes pinched closed as her jaw dropped, falling into a dark chasm of pleasure that rippled through her body like silk.
Albus didn't stop. He continued pumping into her at a slow yet harsh pace, his thick cock easily grazing the roof of her channel. When Hope could think clearly again, she watched his face. How it was strained now. He was so close, she could see it, but it was almost like he was holding back. Hope pulled her legs further apart, as far as her thighs could stretch.
His eyes opened, and he looked down at her with disarmed eyes.
"Don't hide from me," Hope whispered, stroking her fingers along his jaw, holding his face as he moaned softly.
They looked through each other's souls until he came in hot spurts, his cock writhing inside her. Forcing one more orgasm from her.
Even as he pulled away and they worked to clean her off, Hope was a bit dazed. She curled up between them, not caring to ask where they'd gotten the blanket from that now lay over them. Her back was pressed firmly against Albus' stomach while her chest squeezed against Newt's. Being between them like this felt so right. It was like she'd lived her entire life just to get to moments like these. Moments where she could feel wholly complete.
And it was all because of them.
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