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Theodocia - H/R - NC-17
Title: Theodocia
Author:shocfix
Pairing: Harry/Ron
Words: 4750
Rating: NC-17
Written for wave two of the Third![[info]](http://www.insanejournal.com/img/community.gif)
hprwfqf.
12. Outside of Hogwarts, the trio finds themselves entangled with deep magic, none of that classroom stuff. One of the rituals they have to do in their Horcrux hunting involves, of course, the taking of a virgin. To possibly everyone's surprise, Ron's the only virgin around.
OK, obviously this called for smut, not historical research.
Sorry.
ETA : 1500 words, and it is still historical backstory….
ETA2 : 2000 words and they are still talking….
ETA3 : 2500 words and they were that close…. and they started talking again….
ETA4 : 3000 words and they are finally going to do it!!!
ETA5 : 4000 words….. we have penetration….
Betaed by my lovelymagicofisis, who thought the plot was fine, so you are stuck with it.
Theodocia
****
Hermione sighed and turned another page of Nature's Nobility: A Wizarding Genealogy.
The heraldic devices were blurring before her eyes, she could no longer tell a chevron from a saltire.
She stopped as the word lucius caught her eye, but it was just Latin in the description of a coat of arms.
She closed her eyes and leant her head back on the couch, exhaling deeply and trying to relax.
Three years; who would have believed that they would have been on this Quest for three years?
She sank deep into the cushions, then jumped as someone murmured in her ear.
"What'cha doing?" Ron said, leaning over the back of the couch.
"Looking for some mention of Hufflepuff," she said, gesturing at the huge book on her lap.
"Fish?" Ron asked, raising an eyebrow.
Hermione frowned and looked down at the book. "Luce," she said. "From the Latin, lucius. Three luces."
"What are luces?" Ron asked.
"It's an old name for pike," Hermione said.
"Pike?" Harry said, sitting on the coffee table in front of her. "I thought a pike was a weapon, not a fish."
"It's both," Hermione said.
"So," Ron said, vaulting over the couch and sitting beside her. "Are these fish anything to do with Hufflepuff?"
"No," Hermione sighed. "It's the arms of the Lucy family, I just stopped because the word 'lucius' leapt out at me."
Ron skimmed the page and sniggered.
"What's funny?" she asked.
"'Created by Richard Lucy, second son of Sir Thomas Lucy of Charlecote, who married Elizabeth Cock, daughter of Sir Henry Cock of Broxborne'," Ron read.
"So?" Hermione asked
"Good old Sir Henry," Ron said cheerfully.
"You've heard of Sir Henry Cock?" Hermione asked.
Ron smirked. "Nah," he said. "I just wanted you to say 'cock'."
Harry laughed.
Hermione huffed. "Honestly," she said. "Do you have to be so immature?"
"Yup," Ron said. "Still, Sir Henry…"
"I am not going to say it again," Hermione said, rolling her eyes.
"No," Ron said, sitting up straighter and reading further down the page. "Sir Henry Cock of Broxborne. D'you reckon Broxborne is Brock's Bourne?"
"Broxborne is Broxborne?" she echoed.
"No, brock as in badger," he explained. "You're looking for Hufflepuff, maybe it's a brock's bourne, a badger's river."
"Ron!" she breathed. "It must be!"
"How d'you know stuff like that?" Harry asked him.
"Ah, you city types," Ron mused. "You have to ask a country boy about things like that." He nodded at the book.
"So?" Harry said. "Did the Lucys do anything significant in Broxborne?"
Hermione skimmed the rest of the page. "Um, no, but…." She flicked back several hundred pages, muttering "Cock, Cock, Cock," under her breath until she noticed Ron almost choking with the effort not to laugh.
"Here," she said severely. "'It was granted in 1554 to the sheriff of Hertfordshire and Essex, John Cock, who had been acting as bailiff of the estate. He died in 1557, and his son who succeeded him was appointed Keeper of the Ward- robe to Queen Elisabeth, by whom he was later knighted; he also held his appointment after the accession of King James I.'
"'In 1603, following the death of Queen Elizabeth, when James was travelling south to claim the crown, he came here to Broxbournebury on 6 May and was sumptuously lodged and entertained by Henry Cock, continuing his journey to London on the following day. This Henry Cock died in 1609 and was buried in Broxbourne Church where a fine monument was erected to him and his wife at the east end of the south wall of the chancel.'
"And there are pictures."
"Of?" Ron asked.
"There's an engraving of Sir Henry sumptuously entertaining the king," she whispered. "Look at the cup the king is drinking from!"
Harry and Ron leaned closer and looked at the picture. An unctuous Sir Henry was beaming and fawning over the king, who raised his cup, over and over again.
"Two handles," Harry murmured.
"And an engraving of a badger," Ron crowed.
They sat and looked at each other.
"So," Hermione said slowly. "Hufflepuff's cup was in Broxborne."
"In 1603," Harry said.
"Look at this picture of Sir Henry's tomb," Ron said.
Sir Henry had obviously been very proud of his cup, because there was a marble version of it clasped between his hands.
"So, he had the cup in 1603. How did Hepzibah Smith get hold of it?" Hermione asked.
"She never said," Harry murmured. "Not in the memory I saw. But there's no reason her family couldn't have got hold of it in the next three hundred and fifty years."
"And Voldemort," Hermione said. "Why should he hide it back in Broxbourne?"
Harry shrugged. "But we have to go and have a look. Anywhere connected to the Horcruxes, right?"
"Right," Ron nodded.
****
They Apparated to a quiet corner of the woods of Sir Henry's old manor house, now a golf club, startling a stout man in a nearby bunker, and making him overshoot the green and find the sand again.
Giggling, they carefully crossed the main road, Ron clinging to Harry's arm, walked through village, crossed the bourne, and approached the old church.
Hermione was almost bouncing as she walked, and Harry and Ron grinned at each other. The energy generated by Successful Research Hermione could light a house.
They pushed open the old door and Hermione left some Muggle money for a guide book and led them to the south east corner, where Sir Henry and his wife lay, his marble effigy clutching his beloved cup for nearly four hundred years.
Harry reached out, almost touching the cup, before sighing deeply. "So," he said. "Do we have to rob his grave, or something?"
Ron shrugged.
Hermione was reading her guidebook. "I don't know," she said, frowning.
Harry stared at the effigy.
"Hey, it says Lucius, here," Ron said, from the far side of the monument.
"More heraldry?" Harry asked.
"Dunno," Ron said. "It's another tomb, but it's all in Latin. 'Theodocia Lucy something, Lucius Hare something something 1680'. It's more Lucys."
Harry came over and squatted to read the marble words, with Hermione trailing after him.
"Says here," she said, "that Theodocia was the granddaughter of Sir Henry. She married Henry Hare, Lord Coleraine. 'He is said to have banished her to the upper floor of the house, and eventually to the tiny room underneath the clock. She is said to have committed suicide and killed her young child by jumping off the balcony with the baby. She is said to haunt the Tower'. The baby was Lucius, I assume."
"Blimey," Ron muttered.
Hermione knelt down to read the inscription.
Harry took the booklet from her, and read on. "Woah!"
"What is it?" Ron asked.
"'Her tomb had been lost for over two hundred years, when a stray German bomb landed near the church and the damage revealed the tomb beside her grandparents.'"
Ron raised an eyebrow.
"Just in time for Riddle to kill Hepzibah and bring the cup here," Harry explained.
"D'you really think the cup is here?" Ron asked.
"I have no idea," Hermione said.
They both turned to look down at her. She was still kneeling beside little Lucius's monument, running her fingers over the inscription.
"Lucius, true son of Theodocia," she read.
"True son?" Harry asked.
"Magical," Ron said.
Harry and Hermione looked at him. "What?" Hermione said.
Ron shrugged. "You poor Muggleborns," he said, nonchalantly examining his fingernails.
Harry raised an eyebrow.
"That's what they used to call someone who was Magical, with one magical parent – true to the magical parent, not the Muggle," Ron explained. "'cos a lot of the children would be Squibs."
"So," Hermione said. "Theodocia married a Muggle, who locked her up in a Tower, she had at least one Magical child, jumped to her death with him and still haunts the Tower."
"Maybe she had her grandfather's cup," Harry suggested. "Maybe it wasn't buried with him."
"And her Muggle husband wouldn't know it was Hufflepuff's cup, so, somehow, it ended up with Hepzibah," Hermione said. "But why should Riddle bring it here?"
"Why would he know about Theodocia?" Harry asked.
Ron shook his head and tutted, loudly.
"What?" Harry and Hermione asked, in unison.
"You two always think the worst of Muggles," Ron said. "Which is rather worrying, I grant you, because you lived among them."
"And?"
"How about her poor Muggle husband was terrified of his Dark Witch wife, and tried to lock her up?" Ron suggested.
Hermione narrowed her eyes. "Then why did she kill herself?"
Harry frowned. "Maybe she didn't mean to," he said slowly.
"Then why jump?" Ron asked.
"Maybe," Harry said. "Fuck."
"What?" Hermione said, standing up and looking worried.
"Maybe," Harry swallowed. "Maybe she was Dark; maybe she killed her baby, and used the cup to make a Horcrux."
"Bloody hell," Ron whispered.
"And she accidentally fell," Hermione said. "And her soul was tethered to the earth by the Horcrux, so she haunts the Tower."
"And Riddle found out about her, when he was researching Horcruxes," Ron finished, triumphantly.
"Oh, he would have loved to have dead Theodocia guard his Horcrux," Harry breathed.
They all grinned at each other.
****
Harry swiftly Scourgified the carving on the tomb and Hermione gasped.
"That's not just scrollwork, Harry," she bounced. "There are runes all round the edge!"
Ron smiled fondly at her, as she got out a notebook and copied down the inscription.
He and Harry strolled round to look at Sir Henry's effigy, examining the marble version of the cup.
"So," Ron said. "How d'you destroy a cup? Where is the soul fragment? Will it just be full of sludge?"
"How would I know?" Harry huffed.
Ron shrugged. "Chosen One," he smirked.
Harry shoved him.
Ron shoved back.
Hermione cleared her throat. "D'you want to know what it says?"
They looked at her, expectantly.
She took a deep breath. "Well," she said. "She was buried by her nephew, and it seems he sealed the tomb by 'deflowering a virgin in god's house'."
"Charming," Ron muttered.
Hermione glanced at him, swiftly, then back to her notes. "It seems that the spell can only be reversed in the same way," she said, in a small voice.
"What?" Harry breathed.
"Well," she said, trying to sound matter of fact. "Riddle must have brought someone with, and…" she made a vague gesture. "And, now, we will have to do the same."
"Deflower a virgin?" Ron asked.
"Yes."
Nobody looked anybody in the eye.
"You cannot be serious," Harry said flatly.
"I really think that it's in there," Hermione said levelly. "And that is what it takes."
Ron snorted.
Harry finally looked her in the face. "You're offering…"
"No," she interrupted, carefully not looking at Ron. "I can't."
"Of course you can't," Ron huffed. "It's ridiculous."
"No," she said. "I would. Really, I would. But… I can't… I'm not…"
"What?" Ron squeaked.
"So, I can't," she whispered.
"Since when?" Ron demanded.
"Ron, leave her alone," Harry said. "It's not important."
"Since when?" Ron repeated.
"Since the Christmas you were with Lavender," she said.
"No," Ron breathed, taking a step back. "You woudn't."
"I didn't mean to," she said quietly. "I went home for Christmas and I was miserable and tipsy and there was a boy at a party."
"Fuck," Ron muttered.
"Exactly."
Ron's hands were in fists at his sides, his jaw clenched.
"Ron, it's not your business," Harry said, putting a hand on his arm. "You weren't together, you're not together. It is not your business."
Ron turned away, running his hands roughly through his hair. "But it was my fault," he murmured.
No one contradicted him.
Harry took a deep breath. "Does it… does it say female virgin?" he asked.
Hermione blinked. "What?"
"Female," Harry repeated. "Does it say deflower a female virgin?"
"No," Hermione said slowly. "Just 'virgin'." She looked at him. "Are you…"
"No," he interrupted, carefully not looking at Ron.
"You fucked my sister?" Ron asked.
"Again, not your business," Harry said quietly.
"You fucked my sister?" Ron repeated.
"Look, we were together, on and off, for two years," Harry said. "And it's not something I was going to share with you. I never thought it would be necessary."
"Well," Hermione said. "We're pretty much doomed, then."
"What?" Ron said.
"No virgins," she said.
"Excuse me?" Ron asked.
"No virgins," she said, with far less certainty.
"And I don't count, why?" he demanded.
"L-lavender," Hermione stammered.
"What?" Ron shouted. "I never slept with Lavender."
There was an echoing silence.
"You never?"
"No," he said.
"She," Hermione swallowed. "She boasted about it; before I went home for Christmas."
"No," he whispered.
"Oh, no," she whispered.
There was a miserable silence.
Harry cleared his throat and they both jumped. "So, Ron," he said. "You're…"
"Deflowerable," Ron muttered.
"I… oh," Hermione said, looking down at her notes.
"There you go, then," Harry said vaguely.
"I… no," Hermione said.
"Now what?" Ron demanded.
"The runes… the translation isn't just deflower… there's a definite need for…" she trailed off, looking at his knees.
"Hermione?" Ron snapped.
"Penetration," she whispered.
"Well, yeah," Ron said, gesturing at her lap. "In… you…"
Hermione shook her head.
"What?" Ron said.
"In, um, you," Hermione said, shrugging. "It's the virgin that needs to be… penetrated."
"W-well," Ron stammered. "You can't…"
He turned to look at Harry.
Harry looked back.
"So," said Hermione.
"You have got to be kidding," Harry said.
"Thanks," Ron said.
"Ron," Harry said. "I'm all for boosting your ego, but please don't take offence at that. I just can't."
Ron frowned.
"Look," Hermione said. "Are you going to be able to find a girl you are sure is a virgin, bring her here and persuade her to have sex on a tomb?"
Harry tutted.
"So," she continued, "you either go and track down Terry, because we know he has been saving himself for Ron," Ron snorted and Hermione paused, significantly. "Or, you take advantage of what we have, here."
Ron snorted, again. "Take advantage of me?"
Hermione shrugged.
"Oh, for fuck's sake," Ron said, turning and striding out of the church.
Hermione watched Harry watching him leave.
"Yes, Harry, I know," she sighed. "Why does everything awful happen to you?"
Harry took a deep breath and hissed through his teeth. "No," he said.
"Excuse me?" Hermione said.
"Not awful," Harry muttered.
"Harry?"
"So not awful," he said, looking glumly at her.
"Something you've been meaning to tell me, Harry?"
"No," he snorted. "Something I've been meaning to take to the grave."
Hermione looked at Theodocia's tomb and giggled.
"Very funny," Harry complained.
"I don't understand," Hermione said.
Harry glared at her. "I'm in love with him," he said quietly.
"Then why insult him and scare him away?" she asked. "This could be your big chance."
"This is not how I wanted to… court him," he said.
"Oh, Harry," Hermione moaned. "You have to…"
"Of all the ways I dreamt of finally being with him, fucking him on a Dark Witch's tomb was not one of them." He turned away from her, and sat in a pew. "Will you see if he's OK?" he asked in a low voice.
"He's not very pleased with me, either," she murmured.
"Please?"
****
Hermione opened the door of the church and slipped outside.
Ron was sitting on a grave, tearing a daisy to pieces.
"He loves me not," he said, showing her the destroyed flower.
Hermione gave him a pointed look.
"Just getting used to it," Ron said, gesturing to the tombstone. "How d'you think he should have me?"
"Stop it," Hermione said. "He didn't mean to hurt you. And neither did I."
"No one wants to sleep with me though, do they?" he pouted.
"I slept with a Muggle, nearly four years ago," she said.
He grunted.
"Can't you just picture Fred and George's reaction?" he mused. "We destroy Voldemort and come home; so, what part did you play, Ronniekins?"
"Stop it, Ron."
"And the history books!" he ploughed on. "Ron Weasley, the Boy Who Took It Up The Arse To Defeat Voldemort. Fucking fantastic."
"Do you really think Harry and I would tell anyone about this? We really don't have time for you to feel sorry for yourself, Ron," she said and he looked up in amazement.
"What?"
"They'll come and lock up the church soon. Are you going to do it, or not?"
Ron spluttered and waved at the church. "Harry's the one you need to convince," he complained. "I never said I wouldn't do it."
"Excuse me?" Hermione said. "Are you saying you're happy to do it?"
"Happy?" Ron snorted. "This isn't how I pictured it happening…fuck."
"You pictured it?" she asked.
"'Course not," he said, not looking her in the eye.
"Ron?" she prompted.
He looked up, sheepishly. "'Course I have," he sighed. "It's Harry."
"Oh, for god's sake," she muttered, grabbing him by the wrist and hauling him to his feet.
"Let go, Hermione," Ron complained. "I'm not going back in there."
"Oh, yes, you bloody well are!" she snapped, dragging him back through the graveyard and into the church.
Harry was sitting where she had left him, his arms resting on his knees, his head drooping over his hands.
He flinched when he saw Ron's shoes stop in front of him.
Neither of them spoke.
Hermione cleared her throat.
Neither of them spoke.
Hermione tapped her foot.
They both continued to not speak.
"Oh, for heaven's sakes," she snapped.
They both looked at her, pitifully.
"I will be over by the door, on lookout duty," she said. "You will be having sex on the tomb." They both started protesting and she over rode them. "It's a good thing you are both so clueless, or Ron would have been deflowered before now. You're in love with each other!"
****
Hermione's footsteps echoed into the distance and Harry and Ron looked at each other.
"Um," Ron said.
Harry looked down at his hands.
"Is she… are you…" Ron sighed. "She's right, I am."
Harry leapt to his feet. "Really?" he breathed.
"Really," Ron nodded.
"Me too," Harry said.
"But you said you couldn't…" he gestured at the tomb.
Harry snorted. "Not when you didn't want to; not as the only time we'd ever be together, it'd be too cruel – the fates dumping on me, yet again."
"You daft sod," Ron smiled. "So, you do want to?"
"Yeah," Harry nodded eagerly. "What about you?"
"Well, yeah," Ron said, blushing. "Just don't tell the press, OK? I don't want this to be what I'm famous for."
Harry sniggered. "It's important war work you're doing, Ron," he said.
"Shut it," Ron complained "Or I won't let you fuck me."
An uncomfortable silence fell.
Harry looked down and Ron shuffled his feet.
"Oh, come here," Ron said, grabbing Harry by the front of his t-shirt and kissing him.
Harry laughed and kissed him back, his hands coming up to rest in the small of Ron's back.
Ron sighed into his mouth and Harry pulled back to look at him. "About Ginny," he said.
"Not only do I not want to know," Ron interrupted. "But we don't have time; we'll do all the foreplay and stuff later, we have to get cracking."
Harry waggled his eyebrows and let his hands slide lower, under the waistband of Ron's jeans and into his boxers. "Cracking?" he smirked, sliding a finger along Ron's crack.
Ron narrowed his eyes and Harry swallowed. "OK, we'll play later, too," he said, backing towards the tomb and pulling Ron with him by his naked arse.
They stood and looked at each other.
Harry flexed his fingers and Ron gasped.
"Look," he said. "We just have to do this, get it over with. Then we can go home and I will suck your soul out through your cock."
"Fuck, yes," Harry said, stepping closer and claiming Ron's lips again.
They kissed hungrily, as two pairs of hands unbuttoned and unzipped and two pairs of jeans hit the floor.
"Shoes," Ron muttered, kicking off his trainers and stepping out of his jeans.
"Laces," Harry complained, getting hopelessly tangled up until Ron knelt at his feet and unlaced for him.
He helped Harry out of his trainers and jeans, and looked up at him, blue eyes wide and nervous. Harry reached out and touched his face and Ron leant into the caress, his eyes falling to the interesting bulge in Harry's boxers.
"Harry," he whispered, and Harry reached for his hands, pulling him to his feet and kissing him very distractingly.
"T-shirts?" Ron asked.
"No," Harry said, nuzzling his neck. "I don't want to be left starkers if the tomb opens suddenly."
"Right," Ron nodded.
"Boxers," Harry whispered, sliding his down and kicking them away and kissing Ron harder.
"Hmmm," Ron hummed, swifty discarding his and, finding his bare arse backed against the tomb, sitting on the edge of it and pulling Harry to stand between his parted thighs.
Harry gasped as their cocks touched and he broke off the drugging, open mouthed kisses to look down.
"Wow," Ron murmured, touching Harry's erection with tentative fingers.
"Yes," Harry hissed, automatically thrusting his hips forward.
"Yeah," Ron agreed, wrapping his fingers round both cocks and squeezing.
"Oh, yeah," Harry said, placing his hands on Ron's thighs as he thrust into the circle of Ron's hand.
"Why did we never try this before?" Ron moaned, opening his legs further as Harry's fingers crept higher and brushed against his balls. "This is wonderful."
Harry rested his forehead on Ron's shoulder, still jerking his hips forward and sliding his cock against Ron's hypnotically. "Gotta stop," he murmured. "So good, but gotta stop."
"Yeah," Ron said. "Gotta fuck me, Harry. Now, really."
Harry's head snapped back and their eyes met. "Uh-huh," he said. "Now."
Ron unwrapped his hand with a final squeeze that made Harry's eyes roll back in his head.
Harry took a step back and Ron hopped down, off the tomb.
"Um, lube?" Harry said, helplessly.
Ron bent and took his wand out of his jeans pocket.
He shook his head. "Did I never teach you the Charm?" he asked.
Harry snorted. "There's a Charm?"
Ron filled Harry's hand with cool, slippery gel.
"When all this is over," he said, turning round and bending forward over the tomb, "we are gonna sit down and work out all the things you never learnt, living with Muggles. You think there'd be a book, really, for Muggleborns. Maybe we can even write one, wouldn't Hermione like… oh!"
The last as Harry slid his slippery fingers between Ron's cheeks and clumsily spread lube round his entrance.
"Um," Harry said.
"What?" Ron asked, looking back over his shoulder.
"While I've imagined doing the actual fucking," he flushed. "I really don't know what I'm doing here. How am I supposed to, you know, push the lube into you?"
Ron outblushed him. "You, um, you." He turned away. "You fuck me with your fingers," he said, the back of his neck crimson above the bright orange t-shirt.
"Oh," Harry babbled. "Right, OK, if you like."
He used one hand to hold Ron's cheeks apart, while gingerly sliding one finger inside him.
They both gasped; they both said "sorry!"
"What are you sorry for?" Harry asked, squeezing Ron's cheek as he slowly finger-fucked him. "I hurt you."
"No… gods… you…. you…." Ron babbled as Harry added a second finger, arching his back as Harry serendipitously hit the right spot. "Fuck, yes, Harry… you… you can't be enjoying… enjoying… this…"
Harry watched him writhing and laughed. "You're kidding," he said. "Not only am I having this effect on you, but it's really hot – kinky, forbidden."
"Kinky isss good," Ron panted, tipping his head back as Harry worked out which spot had been the right spot and pressed it rhythmically. "Oh, fuckyesharryyesgodplease."
"We've gotta do it, now, Ron," Harry whispered, sliding his fingers free.
Ron whimpered and nodded and Harry gave his cock a couple of slippery strokes before positioning himself at Ron's entrance.
"Ready," he asked.
"Fuck, yes," Ron answered.
Harry bit his lip and carefully pressed forward, watching in awe as the head breached Ron's tight ring of muscle and was swallowed up.
Ron tensed and Harry petted his arse, gently. "Oh, fuck," he murmured. "I'm sorry, Ron, I don't want to hurt you."
Ron was breathing loudly, through his teeth. "S'OK," he hissed. "Just full; tight."
"Relax for me," Harry murmured. "Let me further in, and I'll reach the place my fingers did."
Ron moaned. "D'you think you can?" he whispered.
"Yeah," Harry said, stroking Ron's back. "Let me, Ron, please."
Ron breathed out and went limp and Harry slid all the way in, his balls finishing pressed up against Ron's and his blood pounding in his ears.
"Fuck, that is incredible," he said. "You feel fantastic, oh, god, Ron." He reached between them and rolled their balls together in his hand.
Ron arched his back and groaned. "You can move, Harry," he muttered. "It's OK."
Harry moved both hands to Ron's hips and slowly withdrew his cock slightly and thrust forwards. Ron gasped. Again, pulling back a little further. Again, angling downwards as he thrust.
"Fuck, yessss," Ron hissed.
That… good?" Harry panted, his balls striking Ron's on every stroke and beginning to tighten .
"Yesyesyesyesyes," Ron burbled, Harry's balls striking his on every stroke. "HarrygodyesgodHarryplease."
"Won't… last…." Harry hissed, closing his eyes and seeing sparks of light behind his eyelids. "Too… good…. too… tighthotRon."
He remembered, for Hermione's sake, to swallow his bellow as he climaxed, pulsing deep into Ron's body.
"Fuck, yes," he whispered, dragging his eyes open in time to tighten his hold on Ron as the top of the tomb vanished and Ron's upper body toppled inside.
"Not sexy, anymore," came Ron's echoing voice. "Pull me up, Harry."
Harry's cock slipped free as he wrapped his arms round Ron's waist and hauled him up.
Ron caught hold of his hand and turned in his arms and they both landed in a heap on the floor.
"Wow," Ron said. "Did the earth move for you, Harry?"
Harry nodded, seriously.
He touched Ron's face and Ron smiled at him. "Later," Ron said.
****
They reached for their boxers and called for Hermione and she ran to them, pink cheeked with embarrassment.
They leant over the darkened tomb and Harry whispered, "Lumos."
By the light of his wand, they saw two ancient coffins. Theodocia had her baby son at her feet, in a tiny coffin.
Slumped beside her was a body.
Not a body in seventeenth century clothing, but a girl, in a simple knee-length cotton dress and strappy shoes.
"What the fuck?" Ron demanded.
"Riddle," Hermione said quietly. "The girl he deflowered to open the tomb."
"No," Harry whispered.
"Fuck," Ron spat.
Harry handed Hermione his lit wand, sat on the edge of the tomb and swung his legs over.
"Ha-rry…" Ron said.
"Hush," Harry said, dropping into the tomb on the far side from the poor local girl and running his fingers round the edge of Theodocia's coffin.
With a hollow clunk, the lid sprung free and Harry propped it open.
Inside, the dried out, clawlike fingers of Theodocia Lucy were wrapped around the handles of Hufflepuff's cup.
"Well," Harry breathed. "What do you know? We were right."
He awkwardly freed the cup and threw it up to Ron, before closing the coffin again. "What do we do about her?" he asked, nodding at the body of the girl.
"What are you talking about?" Hermione demanded.
"She's been dead fifty years, she's been missing for fifty years," Harry said, climbing out of the tomb. "She could still have family round here."
"Harry," Ron said slowly, holding the cup to his chest. "We can't afford to get mixed up with Muggles over this."
"What we're doing is too important," Hermione said. "Please, Harry, we have to go home."
Harry sighed.
"Anyway," Hermione said. "I don't think the tomb is reclosing, Harry. I think Riddle killed the girl to close it."
"The Muggles will find her, mate," Ron said, putting his hand on Harry's arm, and Harry nodded and turned away.
"Come on," Hermione said. "We have to take the Horcrux home."
"Yeah." He nodded. "And you and I have some unfinished business," he said, gesturing at Ron's boxers as Ron balanced on one foot, trying to get his jeans back on.
Ron fell flat on his arse.
****
[notes :
1) I am sorry to make poor Theodocia Lucy and her nephew Dark and drag her out to her grandfather's house. She lived and died in Tottenham, but there is no record of her death or burial in the local church, just a legend that she killed herself, and that she haunts her husband's castle.
I couldn't resist the fact that she had a son called Lucius, so brought them home and let them rest in peace – give or take the odd Horcrux…
2) I nearly forgot the random-gay!Terry, and had to go back and slip him in.
3) The cock!frotting is forcork, and cannot be used, for artwork or icons, without her permission. *snerk*]
Title: Theodocia
Author:
shocfixPairing: Harry/Ron
Words: 4750
Rating: NC-17
Written for wave two of the Third
hprwfqf.12. Outside of Hogwarts, the trio finds themselves entangled with deep magic, none of that classroom stuff. One of the rituals they have to do in their Horcrux hunting involves, of course, the taking of a virgin. To possibly everyone's surprise, Ron's the only virgin around.
OK, obviously this called for smut, not historical research.
Sorry.
ETA : 1500 words, and it is still historical backstory….
ETA2 : 2000 words and they are still talking….
ETA3 : 2500 words and they were that close…. and they started talking again….
ETA4 : 3000 words and they are finally going to do it!!!
ETA5 : 4000 words….. we have penetration….
Betaed by my lovely
magicofisis, who thought the plot was fine, so you are stuck with it.Theodocia
****
Hermione sighed and turned another page of Nature's Nobility: A Wizarding Genealogy.
The heraldic devices were blurring before her eyes, she could no longer tell a chevron from a saltire.
She stopped as the word lucius caught her eye, but it was just Latin in the description of a coat of arms.
She closed her eyes and leant her head back on the couch, exhaling deeply and trying to relax.
Three years; who would have believed that they would have been on this Quest for three years?
She sank deep into the cushions, then jumped as someone murmured in her ear.
"What'cha doing?" Ron said, leaning over the back of the couch.
"Looking for some mention of Hufflepuff," she said, gesturing at the huge book on her lap.
"Fish?" Ron asked, raising an eyebrow.
Hermione frowned and looked down at the book. "Luce," she said. "From the Latin, lucius. Three luces."
"What are luces?" Ron asked.
"It's an old name for pike," Hermione said.
"Pike?" Harry said, sitting on the coffee table in front of her. "I thought a pike was a weapon, not a fish."
"It's both," Hermione said.
"So," Ron said, vaulting over the couch and sitting beside her. "Are these fish anything to do with Hufflepuff?"
"No," Hermione sighed. "It's the arms of the Lucy family, I just stopped because the word 'lucius' leapt out at me."
Ron skimmed the page and sniggered.
"What's funny?" she asked.
"'Created by Richard Lucy, second son of Sir Thomas Lucy of Charlecote, who married Elizabeth Cock, daughter of Sir Henry Cock of Broxborne'," Ron read.
"So?" Hermione asked
"Good old Sir Henry," Ron said cheerfully.
"You've heard of Sir Henry Cock?" Hermione asked.
Ron smirked. "Nah," he said. "I just wanted you to say 'cock'."
Harry laughed.
Hermione huffed. "Honestly," she said. "Do you have to be so immature?"
"Yup," Ron said. "Still, Sir Henry…"
"I am not going to say it again," Hermione said, rolling her eyes.
"No," Ron said, sitting up straighter and reading further down the page. "Sir Henry Cock of Broxborne. D'you reckon Broxborne is Brock's Bourne?"
"Broxborne is Broxborne?" she echoed.
"No, brock as in badger," he explained. "You're looking for Hufflepuff, maybe it's a brock's bourne, a badger's river."
"Ron!" she breathed. "It must be!"
"How d'you know stuff like that?" Harry asked him.
"Ah, you city types," Ron mused. "You have to ask a country boy about things like that." He nodded at the book.
"So?" Harry said. "Did the Lucys do anything significant in Broxborne?"
Hermione skimmed the rest of the page. "Um, no, but…." She flicked back several hundred pages, muttering "Cock, Cock, Cock," under her breath until she noticed Ron almost choking with the effort not to laugh.
"Here," she said severely. "'It was granted in 1554 to the sheriff of Hertfordshire and Essex, John Cock, who had been acting as bailiff of the estate. He died in 1557, and his son who succeeded him was appointed Keeper of the Ward- robe to Queen Elisabeth, by whom he was later knighted; he also held his appointment after the accession of King James I.'
"'In 1603, following the death of Queen Elizabeth, when James was travelling south to claim the crown, he came here to Broxbournebury on 6 May and was sumptuously lodged and entertained by Henry Cock, continuing his journey to London on the following day. This Henry Cock died in 1609 and was buried in Broxbourne Church where a fine monument was erected to him and his wife at the east end of the south wall of the chancel.'
"And there are pictures."
"Of?" Ron asked.
"There's an engraving of Sir Henry sumptuously entertaining the king," she whispered. "Look at the cup the king is drinking from!"
Harry and Ron leaned closer and looked at the picture. An unctuous Sir Henry was beaming and fawning over the king, who raised his cup, over and over again.
"Two handles," Harry murmured.
"And an engraving of a badger," Ron crowed.
They sat and looked at each other.
"So," Hermione said slowly. "Hufflepuff's cup was in Broxborne."
"In 1603," Harry said.
"Look at this picture of Sir Henry's tomb," Ron said.
Sir Henry had obviously been very proud of his cup, because there was a marble version of it clasped between his hands.
"So, he had the cup in 1603. How did Hepzibah Smith get hold of it?" Hermione asked.
"She never said," Harry murmured. "Not in the memory I saw. But there's no reason her family couldn't have got hold of it in the next three hundred and fifty years."
"And Voldemort," Hermione said. "Why should he hide it back in Broxbourne?"
Harry shrugged. "But we have to go and have a look. Anywhere connected to the Horcruxes, right?"
"Right," Ron nodded.
****
They Apparated to a quiet corner of the woods of Sir Henry's old manor house, now a golf club, startling a stout man in a nearby bunker, and making him overshoot the green and find the sand again.
Giggling, they carefully crossed the main road, Ron clinging to Harry's arm, walked through village, crossed the bourne, and approached the old church.
Hermione was almost bouncing as she walked, and Harry and Ron grinned at each other. The energy generated by Successful Research Hermione could light a house.
They pushed open the old door and Hermione left some Muggle money for a guide book and led them to the south east corner, where Sir Henry and his wife lay, his marble effigy clutching his beloved cup for nearly four hundred years.
Harry reached out, almost touching the cup, before sighing deeply. "So," he said. "Do we have to rob his grave, or something?"
Ron shrugged.
Hermione was reading her guidebook. "I don't know," she said, frowning.
Harry stared at the effigy.
"Hey, it says Lucius, here," Ron said, from the far side of the monument.
"More heraldry?" Harry asked.
"Dunno," Ron said. "It's another tomb, but it's all in Latin. 'Theodocia Lucy something, Lucius Hare something something 1680'. It's more Lucys."
Harry came over and squatted to read the marble words, with Hermione trailing after him.
"Says here," she said, "that Theodocia was the granddaughter of Sir Henry. She married Henry Hare, Lord Coleraine. 'He is said to have banished her to the upper floor of the house, and eventually to the tiny room underneath the clock. She is said to have committed suicide and killed her young child by jumping off the balcony with the baby. She is said to haunt the Tower'. The baby was Lucius, I assume."
"Blimey," Ron muttered.
Hermione knelt down to read the inscription.
Harry took the booklet from her, and read on. "Woah!"
"What is it?" Ron asked.
"'Her tomb had been lost for over two hundred years, when a stray German bomb landed near the church and the damage revealed the tomb beside her grandparents.'"
Ron raised an eyebrow.
"Just in time for Riddle to kill Hepzibah and bring the cup here," Harry explained.
"D'you really think the cup is here?" Ron asked.
"I have no idea," Hermione said.
They both turned to look down at her. She was still kneeling beside little Lucius's monument, running her fingers over the inscription.
"Lucius, true son of Theodocia," she read.
"True son?" Harry asked.
"Magical," Ron said.
Harry and Hermione looked at him. "What?" Hermione said.
Ron shrugged. "You poor Muggleborns," he said, nonchalantly examining his fingernails.
Harry raised an eyebrow.
"That's what they used to call someone who was Magical, with one magical parent – true to the magical parent, not the Muggle," Ron explained. "'cos a lot of the children would be Squibs."
"So," Hermione said. "Theodocia married a Muggle, who locked her up in a Tower, she had at least one Magical child, jumped to her death with him and still haunts the Tower."
"Maybe she had her grandfather's cup," Harry suggested. "Maybe it wasn't buried with him."
"And her Muggle husband wouldn't know it was Hufflepuff's cup, so, somehow, it ended up with Hepzibah," Hermione said. "But why should Riddle bring it here?"
"Why would he know about Theodocia?" Harry asked.
Ron shook his head and tutted, loudly.
"What?" Harry and Hermione asked, in unison.
"You two always think the worst of Muggles," Ron said. "Which is rather worrying, I grant you, because you lived among them."
"And?"
"How about her poor Muggle husband was terrified of his Dark Witch wife, and tried to lock her up?" Ron suggested.
Hermione narrowed her eyes. "Then why did she kill herself?"
Harry frowned. "Maybe she didn't mean to," he said slowly.
"Then why jump?" Ron asked.
"Maybe," Harry said. "Fuck."
"What?" Hermione said, standing up and looking worried.
"Maybe," Harry swallowed. "Maybe she was Dark; maybe she killed her baby, and used the cup to make a Horcrux."
"Bloody hell," Ron whispered.
"And she accidentally fell," Hermione said. "And her soul was tethered to the earth by the Horcrux, so she haunts the Tower."
"And Riddle found out about her, when he was researching Horcruxes," Ron finished, triumphantly.
"Oh, he would have loved to have dead Theodocia guard his Horcrux," Harry breathed.
They all grinned at each other.
****
Harry swiftly Scourgified the carving on the tomb and Hermione gasped.
"That's not just scrollwork, Harry," she bounced. "There are runes all round the edge!"
Ron smiled fondly at her, as she got out a notebook and copied down the inscription.
He and Harry strolled round to look at Sir Henry's effigy, examining the marble version of the cup.
"So," Ron said. "How d'you destroy a cup? Where is the soul fragment? Will it just be full of sludge?"
"How would I know?" Harry huffed.
Ron shrugged. "Chosen One," he smirked.
Harry shoved him.
Ron shoved back.
Hermione cleared her throat. "D'you want to know what it says?"
They looked at her, expectantly.
She took a deep breath. "Well," she said. "She was buried by her nephew, and it seems he sealed the tomb by 'deflowering a virgin in god's house'."
"Charming," Ron muttered.
Hermione glanced at him, swiftly, then back to her notes. "It seems that the spell can only be reversed in the same way," she said, in a small voice.
"What?" Harry breathed.
"Well," she said, trying to sound matter of fact. "Riddle must have brought someone with, and…" she made a vague gesture. "And, now, we will have to do the same."
"Deflower a virgin?" Ron asked.
"Yes."
Nobody looked anybody in the eye.
"You cannot be serious," Harry said flatly.
"I really think that it's in there," Hermione said levelly. "And that is what it takes."
Ron snorted.
Harry finally looked her in the face. "You're offering…"
"No," she interrupted, carefully not looking at Ron. "I can't."
"Of course you can't," Ron huffed. "It's ridiculous."
"No," she said. "I would. Really, I would. But… I can't… I'm not…"
"What?" Ron squeaked.
"So, I can't," she whispered.
"Since when?" Ron demanded.
"Ron, leave her alone," Harry said. "It's not important."
"Since when?" Ron repeated.
"Since the Christmas you were with Lavender," she said.
"No," Ron breathed, taking a step back. "You woudn't."
"I didn't mean to," she said quietly. "I went home for Christmas and I was miserable and tipsy and there was a boy at a party."
"Fuck," Ron muttered.
"Exactly."
Ron's hands were in fists at his sides, his jaw clenched.
"Ron, it's not your business," Harry said, putting a hand on his arm. "You weren't together, you're not together. It is not your business."
Ron turned away, running his hands roughly through his hair. "But it was my fault," he murmured.
No one contradicted him.
Harry took a deep breath. "Does it… does it say female virgin?" he asked.
Hermione blinked. "What?"
"Female," Harry repeated. "Does it say deflower a female virgin?"
"No," Hermione said slowly. "Just 'virgin'." She looked at him. "Are you…"
"No," he interrupted, carefully not looking at Ron.
"You fucked my sister?" Ron asked.
"Again, not your business," Harry said quietly.
"You fucked my sister?" Ron repeated.
"Look, we were together, on and off, for two years," Harry said. "And it's not something I was going to share with you. I never thought it would be necessary."
"Well," Hermione said. "We're pretty much doomed, then."
"What?" Ron said.
"No virgins," she said.
"Excuse me?" Ron asked.
"No virgins," she said, with far less certainty.
"And I don't count, why?" he demanded.
"L-lavender," Hermione stammered.
"What?" Ron shouted. "I never slept with Lavender."
There was an echoing silence.
"You never?"
"No," he said.
"She," Hermione swallowed. "She boasted about it; before I went home for Christmas."
"No," he whispered.
"Oh, no," she whispered.
There was a miserable silence.
Harry cleared his throat and they both jumped. "So, Ron," he said. "You're…"
"Deflowerable," Ron muttered.
"I… oh," Hermione said, looking down at her notes.
"There you go, then," Harry said vaguely.
"I… no," Hermione said.
"Now what?" Ron demanded.
"The runes… the translation isn't just deflower… there's a definite need for…" she trailed off, looking at his knees.
"Hermione?" Ron snapped.
"Penetration," she whispered.
"Well, yeah," Ron said, gesturing at her lap. "In… you…"
Hermione shook her head.
"What?" Ron said.
"In, um, you," Hermione said, shrugging. "It's the virgin that needs to be… penetrated."
"W-well," Ron stammered. "You can't…"
He turned to look at Harry.
Harry looked back.
"So," said Hermione.
"You have got to be kidding," Harry said.
"Thanks," Ron said.
"Ron," Harry said. "I'm all for boosting your ego, but please don't take offence at that. I just can't."
Ron frowned.
"Look," Hermione said. "Are you going to be able to find a girl you are sure is a virgin, bring her here and persuade her to have sex on a tomb?"
Harry tutted.
"So," she continued, "you either go and track down Terry, because we know he has been saving himself for Ron," Ron snorted and Hermione paused, significantly. "Or, you take advantage of what we have, here."
Ron snorted, again. "Take advantage of me?"
Hermione shrugged.
"Oh, for fuck's sake," Ron said, turning and striding out of the church.
Hermione watched Harry watching him leave.
"Yes, Harry, I know," she sighed. "Why does everything awful happen to you?"
Harry took a deep breath and hissed through his teeth. "No," he said.
"Excuse me?" Hermione said.
"Not awful," Harry muttered.
"Harry?"
"So not awful," he said, looking glumly at her.
"Something you've been meaning to tell me, Harry?"
"No," he snorted. "Something I've been meaning to take to the grave."
Hermione looked at Theodocia's tomb and giggled.
"Very funny," Harry complained.
"I don't understand," Hermione said.
Harry glared at her. "I'm in love with him," he said quietly.
"Then why insult him and scare him away?" she asked. "This could be your big chance."
"This is not how I wanted to… court him," he said.
"Oh, Harry," Hermione moaned. "You have to…"
"Of all the ways I dreamt of finally being with him, fucking him on a Dark Witch's tomb was not one of them." He turned away from her, and sat in a pew. "Will you see if he's OK?" he asked in a low voice.
"He's not very pleased with me, either," she murmured.
"Please?"
****
Hermione opened the door of the church and slipped outside.
Ron was sitting on a grave, tearing a daisy to pieces.
"He loves me not," he said, showing her the destroyed flower.
Hermione gave him a pointed look.
"Just getting used to it," Ron said, gesturing to the tombstone. "How d'you think he should have me?"
"Stop it," Hermione said. "He didn't mean to hurt you. And neither did I."
"No one wants to sleep with me though, do they?" he pouted.
"I slept with a Muggle, nearly four years ago," she said.
He grunted.
"Can't you just picture Fred and George's reaction?" he mused. "We destroy Voldemort and come home; so, what part did you play, Ronniekins?"
"Stop it, Ron."
"And the history books!" he ploughed on. "Ron Weasley, the Boy Who Took It Up The Arse To Defeat Voldemort. Fucking fantastic."
"Do you really think Harry and I would tell anyone about this? We really don't have time for you to feel sorry for yourself, Ron," she said and he looked up in amazement.
"What?"
"They'll come and lock up the church soon. Are you going to do it, or not?"
Ron spluttered and waved at the church. "Harry's the one you need to convince," he complained. "I never said I wouldn't do it."
"Excuse me?" Hermione said. "Are you saying you're happy to do it?"
"Happy?" Ron snorted. "This isn't how I pictured it happening…fuck."
"You pictured it?" she asked.
"'Course not," he said, not looking her in the eye.
"Ron?" she prompted.
He looked up, sheepishly. "'Course I have," he sighed. "It's Harry."
"Oh, for god's sake," she muttered, grabbing him by the wrist and hauling him to his feet.
"Let go, Hermione," Ron complained. "I'm not going back in there."
"Oh, yes, you bloody well are!" she snapped, dragging him back through the graveyard and into the church.
Harry was sitting where she had left him, his arms resting on his knees, his head drooping over his hands.
He flinched when he saw Ron's shoes stop in front of him.
Neither of them spoke.
Hermione cleared her throat.
Neither of them spoke.
Hermione tapped her foot.
They both continued to not speak.
"Oh, for heaven's sakes," she snapped.
They both looked at her, pitifully.
"I will be over by the door, on lookout duty," she said. "You will be having sex on the tomb." They both started protesting and she over rode them. "It's a good thing you are both so clueless, or Ron would have been deflowered before now. You're in love with each other!"
****
Hermione's footsteps echoed into the distance and Harry and Ron looked at each other.
"Um," Ron said.
Harry looked down at his hands.
"Is she… are you…" Ron sighed. "She's right, I am."
Harry leapt to his feet. "Really?" he breathed.
"Really," Ron nodded.
"Me too," Harry said.
"But you said you couldn't…" he gestured at the tomb.
Harry snorted. "Not when you didn't want to; not as the only time we'd ever be together, it'd be too cruel – the fates dumping on me, yet again."
"You daft sod," Ron smiled. "So, you do want to?"
"Yeah," Harry nodded eagerly. "What about you?"
"Well, yeah," Ron said, blushing. "Just don't tell the press, OK? I don't want this to be what I'm famous for."
Harry sniggered. "It's important war work you're doing, Ron," he said.
"Shut it," Ron complained "Or I won't let you fuck me."
An uncomfortable silence fell.
Harry looked down and Ron shuffled his feet.
"Oh, come here," Ron said, grabbing Harry by the front of his t-shirt and kissing him.
Harry laughed and kissed him back, his hands coming up to rest in the small of Ron's back.
Ron sighed into his mouth and Harry pulled back to look at him. "About Ginny," he said.
"Not only do I not want to know," Ron interrupted. "But we don't have time; we'll do all the foreplay and stuff later, we have to get cracking."
Harry waggled his eyebrows and let his hands slide lower, under the waistband of Ron's jeans and into his boxers. "Cracking?" he smirked, sliding a finger along Ron's crack.
Ron narrowed his eyes and Harry swallowed. "OK, we'll play later, too," he said, backing towards the tomb and pulling Ron with him by his naked arse.
They stood and looked at each other.
Harry flexed his fingers and Ron gasped.
"Look," he said. "We just have to do this, get it over with. Then we can go home and I will suck your soul out through your cock."
"Fuck, yes," Harry said, stepping closer and claiming Ron's lips again.
They kissed hungrily, as two pairs of hands unbuttoned and unzipped and two pairs of jeans hit the floor.
"Shoes," Ron muttered, kicking off his trainers and stepping out of his jeans.
"Laces," Harry complained, getting hopelessly tangled up until Ron knelt at his feet and unlaced for him.
He helped Harry out of his trainers and jeans, and looked up at him, blue eyes wide and nervous. Harry reached out and touched his face and Ron leant into the caress, his eyes falling to the interesting bulge in Harry's boxers.
"Harry," he whispered, and Harry reached for his hands, pulling him to his feet and kissing him very distractingly.
"T-shirts?" Ron asked.
"No," Harry said, nuzzling his neck. "I don't want to be left starkers if the tomb opens suddenly."
"Right," Ron nodded.
"Boxers," Harry whispered, sliding his down and kicking them away and kissing Ron harder.
"Hmmm," Ron hummed, swifty discarding his and, finding his bare arse backed against the tomb, sitting on the edge of it and pulling Harry to stand between his parted thighs.
Harry gasped as their cocks touched and he broke off the drugging, open mouthed kisses to look down.
"Wow," Ron murmured, touching Harry's erection with tentative fingers.
"Yes," Harry hissed, automatically thrusting his hips forward.
"Yeah," Ron agreed, wrapping his fingers round both cocks and squeezing.
"Oh, yeah," Harry said, placing his hands on Ron's thighs as he thrust into the circle of Ron's hand.
"Why did we never try this before?" Ron moaned, opening his legs further as Harry's fingers crept higher and brushed against his balls. "This is wonderful."
Harry rested his forehead on Ron's shoulder, still jerking his hips forward and sliding his cock against Ron's hypnotically. "Gotta stop," he murmured. "So good, but gotta stop."
"Yeah," Ron said. "Gotta fuck me, Harry. Now, really."
Harry's head snapped back and their eyes met. "Uh-huh," he said. "Now."
Ron unwrapped his hand with a final squeeze that made Harry's eyes roll back in his head.
Harry took a step back and Ron hopped down, off the tomb.
"Um, lube?" Harry said, helplessly.
Ron bent and took his wand out of his jeans pocket.
He shook his head. "Did I never teach you the Charm?" he asked.
Harry snorted. "There's a Charm?"
Ron filled Harry's hand with cool, slippery gel.
"When all this is over," he said, turning round and bending forward over the tomb, "we are gonna sit down and work out all the things you never learnt, living with Muggles. You think there'd be a book, really, for Muggleborns. Maybe we can even write one, wouldn't Hermione like… oh!"
The last as Harry slid his slippery fingers between Ron's cheeks and clumsily spread lube round his entrance.
"Um," Harry said.
"What?" Ron asked, looking back over his shoulder.
"While I've imagined doing the actual fucking," he flushed. "I really don't know what I'm doing here. How am I supposed to, you know, push the lube into you?"
Ron outblushed him. "You, um, you." He turned away. "You fuck me with your fingers," he said, the back of his neck crimson above the bright orange t-shirt.
"Oh," Harry babbled. "Right, OK, if you like."
He used one hand to hold Ron's cheeks apart, while gingerly sliding one finger inside him.
They both gasped; they both said "sorry!"
"What are you sorry for?" Harry asked, squeezing Ron's cheek as he slowly finger-fucked him. "I hurt you."
"No… gods… you…. you…." Ron babbled as Harry added a second finger, arching his back as Harry serendipitously hit the right spot. "Fuck, yes, Harry… you… you can't be enjoying… enjoying… this…"
Harry watched him writhing and laughed. "You're kidding," he said. "Not only am I having this effect on you, but it's really hot – kinky, forbidden."
"Kinky isss good," Ron panted, tipping his head back as Harry worked out which spot had been the right spot and pressed it rhythmically. "Oh, fuckyesharryyesgodplease."
"We've gotta do it, now, Ron," Harry whispered, sliding his fingers free.
Ron whimpered and nodded and Harry gave his cock a couple of slippery strokes before positioning himself at Ron's entrance.
"Ready," he asked.
"Fuck, yes," Ron answered.
Harry bit his lip and carefully pressed forward, watching in awe as the head breached Ron's tight ring of muscle and was swallowed up.
Ron tensed and Harry petted his arse, gently. "Oh, fuck," he murmured. "I'm sorry, Ron, I don't want to hurt you."
Ron was breathing loudly, through his teeth. "S'OK," he hissed. "Just full; tight."
"Relax for me," Harry murmured. "Let me further in, and I'll reach the place my fingers did."
Ron moaned. "D'you think you can?" he whispered.
"Yeah," Harry said, stroking Ron's back. "Let me, Ron, please."
Ron breathed out and went limp and Harry slid all the way in, his balls finishing pressed up against Ron's and his blood pounding in his ears.
"Fuck, that is incredible," he said. "You feel fantastic, oh, god, Ron." He reached between them and rolled their balls together in his hand.
Ron arched his back and groaned. "You can move, Harry," he muttered. "It's OK."
Harry moved both hands to Ron's hips and slowly withdrew his cock slightly and thrust forwards. Ron gasped. Again, pulling back a little further. Again, angling downwards as he thrust.
"Fuck, yessss," Ron hissed.
That… good?" Harry panted, his balls striking Ron's on every stroke and beginning to tighten .
"Yesyesyesyesyes," Ron burbled, Harry's balls striking his on every stroke. "HarrygodyesgodHarryplease."
"Won't… last…." Harry hissed, closing his eyes and seeing sparks of light behind his eyelids. "Too… good…. too… tighthotRon."
He remembered, for Hermione's sake, to swallow his bellow as he climaxed, pulsing deep into Ron's body.
"Fuck, yes," he whispered, dragging his eyes open in time to tighten his hold on Ron as the top of the tomb vanished and Ron's upper body toppled inside.
"Not sexy, anymore," came Ron's echoing voice. "Pull me up, Harry."
Harry's cock slipped free as he wrapped his arms round Ron's waist and hauled him up.
Ron caught hold of his hand and turned in his arms and they both landed in a heap on the floor.
"Wow," Ron said. "Did the earth move for you, Harry?"
Harry nodded, seriously.
He touched Ron's face and Ron smiled at him. "Later," Ron said.
****
They reached for their boxers and called for Hermione and she ran to them, pink cheeked with embarrassment.
They leant over the darkened tomb and Harry whispered, "Lumos."
By the light of his wand, they saw two ancient coffins. Theodocia had her baby son at her feet, in a tiny coffin.
Slumped beside her was a body.
Not a body in seventeenth century clothing, but a girl, in a simple knee-length cotton dress and strappy shoes.
"What the fuck?" Ron demanded.
"Riddle," Hermione said quietly. "The girl he deflowered to open the tomb."
"No," Harry whispered.
"Fuck," Ron spat.
Harry handed Hermione his lit wand, sat on the edge of the tomb and swung his legs over.
"Ha-rry…" Ron said.
"Hush," Harry said, dropping into the tomb on the far side from the poor local girl and running his fingers round the edge of Theodocia's coffin.
With a hollow clunk, the lid sprung free and Harry propped it open.
Inside, the dried out, clawlike fingers of Theodocia Lucy were wrapped around the handles of Hufflepuff's cup.
"Well," Harry breathed. "What do you know? We were right."
He awkwardly freed the cup and threw it up to Ron, before closing the coffin again. "What do we do about her?" he asked, nodding at the body of the girl.
"What are you talking about?" Hermione demanded.
"She's been dead fifty years, she's been missing for fifty years," Harry said, climbing out of the tomb. "She could still have family round here."
"Harry," Ron said slowly, holding the cup to his chest. "We can't afford to get mixed up with Muggles over this."
"What we're doing is too important," Hermione said. "Please, Harry, we have to go home."
Harry sighed.
"Anyway," Hermione said. "I don't think the tomb is reclosing, Harry. I think Riddle killed the girl to close it."
"The Muggles will find her, mate," Ron said, putting his hand on Harry's arm, and Harry nodded and turned away.
"Come on," Hermione said. "We have to take the Horcrux home."
"Yeah." He nodded. "And you and I have some unfinished business," he said, gesturing at Ron's boxers as Ron balanced on one foot, trying to get his jeans back on.
Ron fell flat on his arse.
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[notes :
1) I am sorry to make poor Theodocia Lucy and her nephew Dark and drag her out to her grandfather's house. She lived and died in Tottenham, but there is no record of her death or burial in the local church, just a legend that she killed herself, and that she haunts her husband's castle.
I couldn't resist the fact that she had a son called Lucius, so brought them home and let them rest in peace – give or take the odd Horcrux…
2) I nearly forgot the random-gay!Terry, and had to go back and slip him in.
3) The cock!frotting is for
cork, and cannot be used, for artwork or icons, without her permission. *snerk*]