Choices and Consequences

Chapter 19. Choices and Consequences

Desires. Everyone has them. It's what makes humans human. A rational or irrational 'want' to get something, to become something, to lose something. But desires aren't always fulfilled. Wishes aren't always granted. Hell, sometimes they are contradictory, fighting each other, killing one another to come on top, to evolve, and to become a necessity. After all, necessities have more weight to them. You can live without fulfilled desires, but you cannot treat necessities the same way. And this fact will be proven shortly in Lily's quarters.

The redhead snapped her notebook close and placed it on the bedside table, done noting her observation about the improved range. It was getting difficult to improve their utilisation of Magiscape, causing her to ponder whether they had already reached their peak. But now was not the time to worry about that. No, it was time for the favourite part of her day.

Glancing at her son, who was slumped in a chair against one wall, she asked with barely concealed excitement, "Coming?"

Since Halloween, once they had lain together, he hadn't slept in Slytherin house again, opting to share her bed instead. And she approved this decision daily in the form of passionate night sex and morning quickies. Her loins tingled at the remembrance, and she ran her gaze over his lean, muscled body. Though his response threw water over her simmering heat.

"Maybe not tonight," he answered, rising from the mahogany chair and giving a sad shake of his head.

Something was wrong; it had been wrong since yesterday. His usual lustful self was being steadily replaced by melancholy. And it had reached new heights tonight, which meant it was time to finally intervene. Because this was the first time he had refused sex. And that had never happened before. Normally, it was the opposite, where she received too much of his attention.

With narrowed eyes, she got up and sauntered over to him in three quick strides. Halting before him, she cupped his face and fixed him with a questioning look. "What happened? You've been off since yesterday."

"It's nothi—"

She smashed her mouth over his instantly, shutting him up for good. He groaned in the back of his throat and grabbed her arse in response, giving it a tight squeeze; her flimsy cotton shorts were unable to protect her bubbly rump from his hungry fingers. A wicked smile clashed against his lips as she pressed further into him, forcing her feminine curves to flatten on his body, to remind him what he would miss.

Pulling away before it turned into something more, she stared into his ravenous eyes, allowing her breath to wash over his wet lips. "What happened?"

"I don't know what to do anymore," he whispered, taking a step back and pushing his fingers through his hair, looking too frustrated to answer straight.

Lily took his arm and marched him to the bed. Shoving him over it, she climbed after. Her son huffed, but let her manhandle him. In the end, he lay on his back with her sitting by his side, his hand still in hers.

She gave it a gentle squeeze. "Tell me. Everything."

And so he did. He told her about Tracey's unsubtle signals. He told her about ignoring them and yet gladly receiving her warm hugs and chaste kisses. He told her about getting caught while fucking Susan yesterday. He told her everything, unloading the weight from his conscience. When he was done, he closed his eyes miserably. "I actually want to be her boyfriend. I have wanted that since the first year. I have wanted that since she first smiled at me. B-But that means I'll have to stop my thing with Susan. That means I can't even have sex with you anymore. And I don't want that. I want to be with you and Susan too."

She hummed with a knowing smile and lied beside him, spooning him from behind, like she used to do a couple of years ago. "So, you've always liked Tracey?"

"Yes," he mumbled, grabbing onto her arms as they curled around him and rested on his stomach.

"And she likes you back?"

"Yes."

"But you're greedy. You want your traditional romance, but you also want to fuck your mum and sister." She smirked, kissing the nape of his neck, her hand inching towards his groin.

As expected, he didn't stop her, letting her hand slip inside his boxers.

"Yes," he hissed as her delicate fingers wrapped around his rapidly expanding cock.

"You sure that's it?" She asked in his ear, propping herself on one elbow to see his expression. Of course, her fist continued to move up and down his hard mast, fogging his mind and not giving him any opportunity to think.

"Yes," he moaned, flinching when her thumb caressed his sensitive glans.

She withdrew her hand to his immense disappointment, almost giggling at the way he whined. Before he could complain, she yanked him onto his back and crawled on top of him, her elbows on his chest and her knees on either side of his body. Lowering herself, she lay atop him. He had become strong enough to bear her weight and enjoy it. Nudging his face, she said softly, "You sure it's not because you're scared?"

His eyes blinked open, and he placed his hands on her back, giving her an odd look. "What are you saying?"

Smiling, she shifted and pressed the side of her face on his chest, on his beating heart. "Do you think you and Tracey will last?"

He scrunched his nose, trying to ignore the way her curvy body was stacked over him. "I don't know."

"Exactly. Do you trust Tracey completely?"

"Yes."

"Does she trust you completely?"

"... I don't know."

She looked up from his chest and met his anguished face. "Exactly. You don't know. With me and Susan, on the other hand, you know what you want. You know what we want. But it's not the same with Tracey. It's not only greed stopping you, but fear too. You don't know if your potential relationship with Tracey will last. You don't know if she totally trusts you either. You are just afraid that she will betray you and break your heart."

He knitted his eyebrows, looking deep in thought.

"And that's fine; you're being cautious, good. Very good." She moved up, her palms framing his face. "But that's how relationships work. You don't start with full trust. But as you grow and spend time together, things become clear, and this ugly fear lessens and lessens until there is nothing but unbreakable trust. Okay?"

"You're saying I should stop worrying, that everything will be alright?"

She laughed sharply. "I'm not telling you to do anything. You have grown up enough to do whatever you want. I'm just giving you words to explain your inexplicable emotions. I have felt the same things you are feeling right now. I was in love with James once, too. And as you can see, it has done me no favours. Maybe you and Tracey will have a great relationship, or maybe it will fall off like it did in my case. I don't know."

"You're not helping." He grimaced at the comparison. But it disappeared when she melded her lips against his, kissing him slowly, snogging him languidly.

"Honestly, Harry, it is so simple. Alright, I'll help you dumb it down." Saying that, she slithered down between his knees and took off his boxers. His cock sprang free. And she quickly pounced on it like a cat, her right hand caging it in its firm, tender grasp.

"How's that helping me—"

"You have two choices before you." She jerked him unhurriedly, moving from his crown to his base in a slow, torturous manner, sliding her fist up and down. "You can stop your debauchery and become serious about Tracey. This path will either lead you to love or heartbreak, or maybe both. You'll have to find it out yourself. I won't make any fuss, of course, and we'll go back to what we were before Halloween. I'm sure Susan won't make a scene either and will understand your choice."

He bit his lip when she swallowed his cockhead without any fanfare and gave it a suck. Her wet, hot mouth enveloped his glans, and her glowing eyes met his needy ones. Instead of going down further, she spat it out after teasing his underside with her tongue. "Or, you can clear things up with Tracey and keep doing this. You might not experience traditional love, but you will have freedom to experience all kinds of fun. In the end, it's your choice. What is more important to you? What is the necessity that you cannot live without?"

Sitting up, with his back on the pillows, he looked down between his knees at her impassive face. "What do you suggest?"

"I can't suggest anything. I'm biased. I'm selfish. Obviously, I want you to choose this over Tracey. I want you to choose me over her. I don't want to go back. I want you to keep fucking me every night and cuddle me into sleep. So, all I can say is to take your time and think about it. Now, let me show you what you will miss if you choose Tracey."

And her mouth enveloped his length once again. The back of his head rested against the headboard as she bobbed her face up and down, pleasuring him, trying to convince him. He stared at the bed's canopy while his fingers roamed through her blood-red hair.

Glog… glog… glog… glog…glog…

She gagged and drooled, but kept spearing her oesophagus on his cock with every thrust, deepthroating him, acting more insistent than ever. It was not a surprise when he grunted and rewarded her, shooting spurt upon spurt of white down her gullet. Pulling his cock half out, she swirled her tongue around his crown, licking it clean and making him squirm from over stimulation.

"How was that?" She grinned, caressing his still-erect manhood.

His eyes almost looked black as he glared at her. "Lose your clothes."

She chuckled and stood on her knees. Grabbing the hem of her t-shirt, she discarded it, baring her large, perky breasts in their full glory, letting the pair of round, pale flesh hang free. Her core moistened under his lecherous gaze, and she parted his knees and pressed herself between them. She shoved her tits on his face and coiled her arms around his head. "Go on, suck on mummy's boobies."

Her lips spread in a blissful smile when he engulfed her nipple, his coarse tongue giving it a rough lick before he began sucking it for real. A throaty moan escaped her, and she threw her head back, letting him nip and suck, letting him bite and mark. The tingle in her chest grew and grew, until she could feel it everywhere. He alternated between the pair, careful not to be neglectful, showering both tits with equal attention.

"What—" Lily's eyes popped open when he threw her down on the bed, making her flop and groan. He rolled her over, not giving her any chance to question him. Though she soon realised what was going to happen when he grabbed her waist and pulled her up on her elbows and knees. Her lips quirked up when the flat of his hand came down to smack her arse. And he promptly peeled off her shorts and underwear from her jiggling cheeks, leaving her butt naked.

A surprised whimper was her answer when he drove his face into her crotch, his nose and mouth rubbing against her hot lower lips. She froze when he tentatively licked her down there. And when she didn't complain, he began lapping at her with abandon, forcing her to bury her face in the clean bedsheet to restrain her moans. Though how long it would remain clean was a question.

Apparently, not for long. Minutes later, he clutched her waist and lined himself behind her, his cockhead prodding her entrance. "Shove it in," she hissed, and wiggled her arse impatiently.

With one move, he bottomed out, and she keened, parting her inner walls to welcome him in her heated embrace.

"Fuck," he sighed, digging his fingers into her waist as he started thrusting, "I don't think I can live without this. I don't think I can live without you, mum."

Slap… slap… slap… slap… slap…

All she could do in response was match his thrusts just as enthusiastically.

The sounds of their wild sex infused them with more lust, making their blood surge with adrenaline.

Lily was hiding her face in the bedsheet again while her son railed her on the bed. With the earlier stimulation having nearly sent her over the edge, she climaxed quickly, and her knees gave out. She lay prone on her stomach, panting and whispering his name as he continued fucking her, seeking his own release.

Slap… slap… slap… slap… slap…

She sensed his movements becoming fast and erratic, and knew he was close. "Come inside, Harry. Fill mummy up," she husked, and felt him slamming into her even faster than before. With one mighty thrust, he finished inside her, his cock pulsing with each spurt, soiling her pussy with unrestrained glee.

Tumbling to the side, he pressed his sweaty face against her shoulder. She turned towards him and smirked. "Still want to go back to your room?"

"No." He smiled tiredly, nibbling on her skin.

"Mine, you'll always be mine. You'll always choose me, won't you?" She rolled to her side, her gaze moving to her hairless crotch, where his semen was spilling out.

"Always." He threw his arm around her and snuggled closer, sharing the warmth of her skin.

"I know," she said triumphantly, pushing her leg between his and tangling their limbs until they were pressed tightly. Five minutes later, he was sporting a raging boner. It was good that mummy was right there with him, ready to get fucked again.

~xXxXx~

"How's Hannah?" Harry asked.

He and Susan were walking towards the Black Lake. Was the weather so good that they wanted a leisurely walk? No, the sky was dark with grey clouds, and cold winds were howling in their ears. They would be shivering in their boots if not for their thick winter wear. Susan's yellow beanie almost got swept away when a gust of chilly wind slammed into them. The only reason they ventured out today was to get away from Hannah's judgemental gaze. They could have used an abandoned classroom, of course. But they were impulsive and were set on a stroll.

"She has somewhat calmed down; I'm sure she'll come around sooner than later," Susan assured him, patting and righting her beanie. Thankfully, they were nearing the trees, where the wind wouldn't be this loud or distracting.

"Good," he muttered, waving his wand once they reached the grove near the lake, putting up privacy wards around them. "We are here. What did you want to talk about?"

She produced a piece of parchment and handed it to him. "This is what helped Tracey and Hannah catch us. It's a live map, showing everyone's whereabouts. Julian took it from the Weasley twins and lent it to Tracey the day before yesterday."

He scanned the yellow parchment with wide, terrified eyes. "Did you see anything odd while it was with you?"

"I now have a list of people secretly bonking each other. If I were a Slytherin, I might have tried to blackmail them." The ginger shrugged with a mirthful grin.

For a moment, Harry feared that she was aware of his unusual relationship with his mum. But when she didn't question him about it, he realised she didn't know about it yet. He slipped the map into his back pocket, hiding a relieved smile. "Good for them that you're a kind Hufflepuff."

It was the wrong thing to say, because a guilty look took over her face. "I doubt that. If I was, I wouldn't have poached you from Tracey."

He stepped closer and put his hands on her sides, wishing there weren't so many layers of clothes between them. "It's not your fault. I agreed to it too. And I wasn't in a relationship with Tracey in the first place. So I didn't belong to her."

"But it's not too late, right? You can still clean up this mess and date Tracey like you wanted to. I won't even butt in. We have already explored like we wanted to. We have already had sex so many times. If you want to stop and focus on Tracey instead, I won't complain." She offered, grabbing his shoulders and giving him a way out.

Harry frowned and pulled her closer until they were pressed together, his arms winding down to lock around her waist. "Do you want to stop?"

She looked up at him with trembling lips and shook her head, reciprocating the gesture and hugging him back. "No, I want to continue this forever. But it is wrong to have this kind of relationship with my own brother."

"It's not. You like it. I like it. That's right enough." He leaned down and pressed a soft kiss on her cold lips, warming them up and wrenching a fond smile out of her.

"What about Tracey?"

"I've decided against it. I've realised that I don't want to belong to anyone. That way only leads to heartbreak. I won't ever have a girlfriend or wife," he told her with conviction.

Susan blinked at his declaration. "Why?"

"Are your parents happy in their marriage? Does my mum's current situation inspire awe for love? No, it doesn't. I don't want to end up like them. I don't want to end up lonely and heartbroken." He scowled, thinking of all the ways his and Tracey's relationship could go wrong, dreading all the ways they could become the second coming of Lily and James.

"Oh Harry." She cupped his face. "You can't do this to yourself. Just because our parents ended up this way doesn't mean we would too."

"True. But there's still a chance. I'd rather not take the risk altogether."

"You're being so childish." She groaned, hiding her face on his chest, trying to come up with reasons to make him see the light.

"Let's just drop it and enjoy ourselves." His hands creeped down to her jeans, stopping her line of thought.

She pulled back slightly. "Here? In this freezing wind?"

"I'll make you warm. Very warm." He smiled cheekily, giving her arse a squeeze.

Her lips twitched, and she unbuttoned her jeans, shivering when she took them off, standing just in her underwear, baring her smooth, pale legs. "It's so damn cold."

"It will go away in a second." He chuckled, naked from the waist down, his cock standing proud even at this temperature.

"Fine, but you're doing all the work." She looped her arms around his neck and jumped, prompting him to catch her and hold her by her plump bottom.

Harry snogged her as she dug her heels into his back and latched onto him like a koala. He pinned her against the wide trunk of the tree and eased his throbbing erection into her tight passage. She bit his tongue and almost crushed him in her suffocating embrace, loosening only when he began moving in and out of her.

~xXxXx~

"Whatever happened, you know you have to go back to him. He is your best safeguard in the Slytherin house. He is your best chance of survival." That was what Daphne had said to her before they boarded the train for Hogwarts. And she agreed totally, knowing she would be harassed by the snobby Slytherins if she left him. But a part of her repulsed at the thought of seeing him, cajoling her to stay away and save herself from further heartbreak.

Rationally, she was aware that the only wrong thing Harry did was lead her on when he didn't mean to date her. It was bad, but not unforgivable. But her emotions had been going wild since she first caught him with Susan. Harry was meant to be with her. They had been special to each other. Yes, they hadn't talked about it, but not everything had to be said. He was not her boyfriend, but they hadn't been just best friends either.

It was plain betrayal. Nothing less, nothing more. And she couldn't bring herself to forgive him. Would he forgive her if she had an affair with some boy because she wasn't technically in a relationship with him yet? Hell no. Then why should she be different? Why should she be lenient?

She had thought these feelings would be muted by now and that her heart would be mended in these two weeks. Unfortunately, it was the opposite; they were making her more enraged with each passing hour.

Hermione and Neville, who had gone home during the break, were keeping her company. And she was grateful that they were not trying to rope her into their meaningless chatter, able to read her worsening mood.

The train finally reached its destination, and everyone began trickling out onto the Hogsmeade station. Tracey followed Neville and Hermione out, and almost stumbled when she caught sight of Harry on the platform, who had come to get her. Her heart pounded in her ears as her legs took her to him.

He looked just as handsome as ever, his black windswept hair and kind emerald eyes adding more charm to his increasingly attractive body. His face was full of guilt and longing, and something inside her wanted to wrap him in her arms and take all of his troubles. Something inside her wanted to kiss him soundly and never let him go. Something inside her just exploded.

"Trace—"

Her fist met his jaw in an angry punch.

"Bugger off," she spat with teary eyes and stormed away, ignoring the hush that followed.

She saw Daphne's disappointed gaze but didn't care one bit. She couldn't bring herself to be rational. She couldn't bring herself to think clearly. All she had now was sorrow and rage. And her survival instinct was buried deep beneath them.

The carriage ride was spent alone, looking out at the empty Hogsmeade, the loneliness and silence of the massacred village resonating deep within her. She didn't eat that night, having no appetite, and went straight to her room. The days that followed were a blur of being alone, studying, and ignoring him and her former friends. A tiny part of her wanted to forgive and forget. It wanted to melt under his imploring eyes and burrow in his arms, but she ignored that and continued being by herself.

And the day soon came when the Slytherins made their move, when the Closed Council gave them a go to harass her.

She was sitting on one of the sofas in the common room, a runes textbook spread open on her lap. It was the moment she was turning the page that a shadow loomed over her.

"You are in my seat, mudblood. Piss off." A fifth-year girl groused, waving at her to leave.

Tracey sighed but got up, allowing the girl to slump down.

Thump!

One moment she was walking, and the next she was face-planting on the floor. She gritted her teeth and rose with her wand in her hand. Turning around, she glared at the girl, who had her right leg sticking out in her path. "What the hell?"

"Tone it down, not my fault that you collided with my leg." The girl smirked, crossing that said leg over her knee.

It took all her willpower not to fight. Not that it did any good. Because two fifth-year Prefects came running towards them. "What's going on here?"

"The mudblood is trying to curse me." The girl calmly pointed at Tracey's wand.

The Prefects turned to her and directed their wands at her, unable to stifle their smiles. "Put your wand down, Miss Davis."

She almost rebelled, almost cursing them, but the fear of consequence made her stuff the wand in her pocket. "It's fine, I'm going."

It was instinct that saved her. She leapt to the side and dodged the stunner. "What are you doing?"

"You must be delusional to think there won't be any payback for raising your wand at a member of our Slytherin family."

That brought a humourless smile to Tracey's face as she stepped away from another stunner, knowing no one would help her here, even though it was happening right in the common room. Maybe if Harry were present, things would've been different, but he wasn't. The cheater must be frolicking with that soulless ginger. Well, if it was going to happen anyways, then there was no need to hold back. She grabbed her wand and prepared to injure them heavily, her rationality slipping back as anger took the front seat.

Two jets of red light struck the Prefects, and they went down.

Surprisingly, these weren't her spells.

…

Daphne slunk from behind her and stopped by her side, roving her eyes at all the dubious Slytherins sitting in the common room, not understanding what just happened. With another wave and a whisper under her breath, she threw away the older girl sitting on the sofa.

Wordlessly, she perched down and patted the adjacent seat. "Come, sister, why are you standing?"

Tracey dumbly sat down and looked at the silenced common room.

"If I didn't make myself clear earlier, heed my words. Tracey Davis is my half-sister and a member of Greengrass House. I won't take any attacks on her kindly." The blonde spoke without raising her voice, her polite smile never disappearing.

And then there was pandemonium.

~xXxXx~

There was a knock on Daphne's door that night. It opened to reveal Tracey standing outside in the corridor with a pillow in her arms.

"I don't want to sleep alone."

Daphne pinched the bridge of her nose, but let her in and closed the door after her.

Then they lay together in the bed, a wide space separating them. Not for long, though. Soon, Tracey was flushed against her, and tears seeped into her blouse. Daphne didn't have it in her to push her off. She couldn't muster up the disgust for such a blatant show of weakness. Embracing her back, she whispered the sweetest reassurances that she could think of.

The blonde wouldn't lie. The warmth of her sister's body was… not bad.

It felt good.

~xXxXx~

Unaware of the incident that had taken place in the Slytherin common room, Harry was freaking out in his mum's quarters.

"What do you mean you can't use Magiscape?"

The helpless look on her face didn't disappear. "My worst fear has come true. Now I am actually a squib. The effects of the spell I used on that accursed day are finally complete."