Chapter Four

Marie sipped her tea and looked around Dumbledore’s office. It was huge, with rows and rows of books, all crammed in together on shelves that lined the entire space. Various knick knacks stood on spindly tables and what appeared to be a train set ran on tracks far above their heads, letting out a mournful toot every now and again.

The room was comfortable and cosy despite its immensity. Jason had wandered over and was checking out the vast library.

Dumbledore cleared his throat, causing both Marie and Jason to look at him. Jason put down the book of Spells, third grade that he’d been flicking through and made his way back to the vacant chair next to Marie opposite Dumbledore’s vast oak desk. A red and gold plumed bird trilled happily to itself on a perch a few feet away and apart from the total surrealism the room had a homely feel about it. Jason settled down in his chair and turned his attention to the elderly man.

“Now Miss Morgan, Mr Isaacs, you are probably wondering why you have been brought here.” he began.

Marie just looked at him with a look in incredulity on her face. She raised an eyebrow.

“You think?” she muttered, which earned her a look from Jason.

“Sorry,” she said, “please continue.”

“Thank you, “ Dumbledore said, “ Now what I am about to tell you may sound fantastic but please believe me, it is all true. As you may have gathered Hogwarts is a real place. I am a wizard and magic is real. The books as written by Ms Rowling, who is a witch, are, for all intents and purposes, real too. Obviously she had some poetic licence with the stories and added parts whilst removing others, but most of it did happen. Voldemort was destroyed by Harry Potter. The light overcame the dark, not without much cost, but in the end good prevailed. Of course it happened a few years prior to her writing them but that’s neither here nor there. As it happens we’ve enjoyed quite a few years of peace since then but something has happened and that’s where you come into it,” he looked straight at Marie, who looked back at him unsure, “Now the names of you parents, correct me if I’m wrong but I believe you knew them as Linda and Luke Morgan.”

Marie nodded, totally confused as to where he was going with this.

“Would it surprise you if I told you that they weren’t their real names at all, and that they were actually called Belinda Morgana and Lucas Hyperion Malfoy and you were called Mariana Malfoy.”

Marie had gone pale at this and her lips were compressed into a thin pale line.

“No, you’re wrong, my mum and dad were Luke and Linda Morgan, mum was Scottish, dad was French by birth, they owned a newsagents and were killed in a car crash when I was two.” Marie stated vehemently, visibly shaking.

Jason was shocked at the news and reached over to hold Marie’s hand, to comfort her.

“I’m sorry my dear but what I’ve told you is the truth. You are a witch and come from a powerful branch of the Malfoy family. You are distantly related to Lucius Malfoy, which is the reason for us bringing you here.”

Marie shook off Jason’s hand and stood up, stumbling, so desperate was her need to just get away that she caused the chair to fall over with a crash as she sped from Dumbledore’s office.

Jason shot the older man a dirty look as he took off after her. He found her a little way down a corridor, tears falling down her cheeks, totally oblivious to the students milling around them on their way to class.

Jason reached out for her and she collapsed into his embrace, sobbing. Trying hard to remember the right direction he led the distraught woman to the rooms they had been allocated the previous night.

Pleased that he’d remembered the way Jason led Marie into the large circular room and over to a sofa that sat adjacent to a roaring fire. She was obviously still in shock and was shivering with cold. The rooms they had been given were meant to be for the current head boy and girl but as neither had wanted to leave their respective houses as both had just started new romances within their houses the rooms had been free.

Marie shivered and stared unseeing into the fire. It was just too much for her to take. The whole Hogwarts and magic was real had been bad enough but to find that her parents were some how involved and by default so was she was just too much for her over taxed mind to cope with, and not only that but to find out that she was distantly related to Lucius Malfoy. Somewhere in the back of her mind she was surprised to find rational thought as by rights she should be pretty much catatonic by now. The rational part of her told her calmly that having a nervous breakdown wasn’t really going to help her out of this and besides it would be interesting in a way to find out exactly why she had been brought here. It was with this last link of logicality that her mind pushed the whole mess to one side and allowed her rational mind to come forward.

Marie turned to look at Jason who was sitting next to her on the comfy sofa and sighed. Jason chuckled mirthlessly and pulled her closer to him, wrapping his arms around her shoulders.

“Come here you.” he muttered as she collapsed against him, her white blond curls sticking up at crazy angles from her head.

Her hair had been the first thing he’d remembered about her. She’d been bent over her sewing machine, intent on finishing his costume for The Chamber of Secrets with a couple of knitting needles stuck into the rather messy top knot she’d created. As it was most of the ends of her hair had come loose and were sticking out from the knot. She’d looked up impatiently at him and then given him the brightest smile he’d ever had from another person before. He’d been so taken aback that he’d made some inane comment about the poodle trying to escape from her head and she’d laughed at his blushes. A firm friendship had arisen from that moment on.

Marie snuggled as far as she could into Jason, not noticing him sliding further and further back long the sofa until she was lying in his arms. He wrapped both arms around her, making her feel safe and secure for the first time since this craziness had started. The fire was both warming and comforting and she began to feel drowsy.

Jason noticed her movements growing still and her breathing evening out and knew she’d fallen asleep. He’d watched her for long enough down in the Infirmary to know when she was sleeping. He laughed quietly to himself at the absurdity of the situation. He was stuck in a place that up until a day or so ago he’d knew to be imaginary, with a woman who up until a day or so ago had professed undying lust for a character he had brought to life. He smirked to himself thinking of Marie’s words to him back when she’d thought she’d completely lost it about how much she fancied him. His cock twitched slightly as Marie grumbled in her sleep, pressing her breasts firmly against his chest. No, that would only complicate things he told himself firmly as he felt his cock began to spring to life as his mind took over and he thought of all the things he wanted to do to the woman so firmly ensconced in his arms. Ever since his break up he’d been without female company and he missed it dreadfully. Not just the sex though that was a large part of it, no, he missed the little things like waking up next to another, having someone to talk and laugh with and just having companionship in general. He missed his kids something rotten and with that thought in mind drifted off into a troubled sleep.

Marie woke to find her face pressed against Jason’s chest. The fire had burned down to mere embers and the room was darkened and quite chilly. She shivered in the cold air and tried to burrow closer and closer to Jason. Unfortunately her ministrations caused him to wake and turn over so he was facing her.

“Hi.” he whispered. Her face was shadowed in the darkened room with only a faint glow from the fireplace behind her. Her hair haloed around her head, lit with brilliant ambers and orange-reds from the dying fire. Without thinking he lowered his mouth to hers and kissed her, tenderly at first then passionately when it became clear she wasn’t going to protest. His cock roared to life and pressed uncomfortably against his tight jeans. Marie moaned deep in her throat as his tongue demanded entry to her mouth. Wrapping her arms around his neck she allowed him entry, her heart rate speeding up as she felt his hand cupping a breast, rubbing the nipple through her soft cotton tee shirt causing the small nub to rise, painfully erect.

Jason swept his tongue into her mouth, desperate to taste her, licking and nipping at her mouth as he did so. Marie buried her hands in his hair and ran her fingernails along his scalp, eliciting a groan from deep in his throat. She lifted her topmost leg and wrapped it around his hip, bringing his iron hard cock in close contact with her core. She began to undulate her hips trying to rotate enough to cause friction.

Jason was getting frustrated by their clothing and pulling himself out of Marie’s grasp, he grabbed the hem of her tee shirt and pulled it over her head in one swift motion, leaving her exposed before him in her bra. He made short work of removing that and soon feasted his eyes on her sumptuous breasts. Groaning he lowered his head to one and sucked greedily on the nipple.

Marie gasped, throwing her head back as fire swept through her entire being, causing her toes and fingers to tingle. Her breath came in short gasps as he gently pulled on the sensitive nub, worrying it between his teeth. She could feel the familiar tension building in her abdomen and spreading out leaving her aching to be filled and touched. Feverishly she wrapped her arms around his back, desperately trying to pull his tee shirt off him.

Jason chuckled softly as he swiftly manoeuvred Marie onto her back and sat up, his knees on either side of her belly. Her breasts heaved in the cool night air, the nipples erect and begging for attention from him.

Slowly, torturously he grasped his teeshirt hem and began a long slow process of removing it.

Marie huffed air through her nose, apparently unable to speak at the present time. Her eyes were wide, the pupils constricted so much they were almost black, with a little sliver of silver grey iris showing round the edges. She bit her bottom lip in anticipation of what was to come. Finally Jason removed the tee shirt and sat, bare chested atop her.

Firelight gleamed in his eyes as he bent his head to once again suckle and bite her tender, sensitive breasts. Marie groaned with sheer delight and ran her hands across his back. She could feel his cock digging into her belly and wanted to feel him in her hands. She brought her hands round to the front of him and began to undo the button. Jason caught her hands and pushed them away.

“I think not.” he murmured as he began to do to her jeans what she had tried to do to his. Unsurprisingly he was more successful and soon, with a little manoeuvring on his part, had managed to pull them down her legs leaving her clad only in her panties. Keeping eye contact with her, he slowly trailed his fingertips down her belly until he reached the elastic of her panties. He smiled, licking his lips before delving under the elastic and down into her folds.

Marie arched her back as a jolt of pure electricity shot through her as his finger brushed her clit. She let out a low hiss of pleasure as she felt him circling her entrance before pushing a digit inside her. Instinctively she tried to draw her legs up further but his lower body was still partly over her, trapping her. Her stomach muscles rippled as another finger joined the first inside her. He began to explore her slowly, before pumping his fingers in and out in a lazy way, causing all the breath in her body to leave her.

Her clit ached for him. She could feel the tension in her abdomen getting so tight it was almost painful. It was all she could do to breathe as his long slender fingers explored her innermost depths. Her head thrashed back and forth as feelings began to form deep within her. She moaned aloud.

“Please….” she muttered, her eyes screwed tight against the onslaught.

“Please what?” he asked, smiling.

“Please…Jason…touch me…for gods sake just touch me…gonna die.” she breathed out before her world exploded as Jason did as he asked and lazily swiped his finger over the sensitive nerve endings. She opened her mouth in a silent scream as he inner walls convulsed and bright heat spiralled out all the way to her toes. Her entire body shook as her orgasm overtook her.

Marie opened her eyes and just stared at the man who had just given her the most intense orgasm of her life. She could still feel her inner walls fluttering with aftershocks and knew she had to have him inside her right there and then.

She brought her legs out from under him and effectively wrapped them around his back bringing his cock closer to her.

Her eyes wide, she looked straight at him.

“Jason, fuck me now!” it was more a breath than a command but Jason needed no commanding as he pushed his aching iron hard cock into her, hissing as he was enveloped by her tight white-hot flesh.

“Oh god…not going to last.” he hissed as he began to move in and out of her, getting faster and harder.

“Harder, faster” she whispered, until she could feel the tip of him hitting the top of her cervix and the sound of his sac slapping against her inner thighs.

“Unnnngh” was all he could manage as he felt her walls grip him and he exploded deep within her.

Sweat dripped from him as he collapsed onto her, still joined to her.
Marie smiled and kissed the top of his head as he lay breathing hard, his head resting on her breast. She could feel him softening inside her and felt him slide out a few moments later.

With a Herculean effort he sat up and perched on the edge of the sofa, his body illuminated by the soft glowing embers. Marie lay back on the sofa drinking him in. She reached up to cup his face and was surprised when he moved out of reach.

“Jason?” she queried as he turned to face her, a troubled look on his handsome features.

“What’s wrong?” she asked in the silence.

“I’m sorry Marie, we shouldn’t have done that… I’m sorry.” he said, getting up and walking away from the sofa to one of the bedrooms.

Marie felt as if she’d been slapped. Not knowing what to think she got up and made her way to the remaining bedroom. It was much later as she lay, curled up in the covers that the tears came.