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Sneaking Around as Adults
Alicia gazed around the massive Entrance Hall of Hogwarts in slight awe. She had seen it thousands of times during her school years, but it had almost always been full of students, or else dark with night. In the daytime, with more light and no students around, one could more easily see how massive it truly was. The rotating staircases creaked as stone grated against stone every few moments, while they shifted about above her. Otherwise, it was eerily quiet.
Her husband murmured, "It hits differently as an adult, doesn't it?"
She hummed in agreement. It truly did.
Adrian was slated to start teaching Defense Against the Dark Arts in September, and it was currently late July. He had met with Robert Savage, the former Defense Against the Dark Arts Professor, several times in June, reviewing various lesson plans for different years and learning more about the job. Alicia couldn't even begin to describe how happy she was that he was going to teach. He was no longer be in the line of fire, or doing Azkaban rotation. There were pros and cons to any job, certainly… and there would likely be cons to teaching… but she had a feeling being a professor would suit him far more.
Unconsciously, she ran her hand over her very small curve. She was due in January with their first child, and they were both so excited. They had decided not to find out what they were having, which was driving Adrian's mother insane, but Alicia wanted it to be a surprise.
"My office is upstairs on the third floor," Adrian said.
Alicia smiled at him. "I remember."
They went upstairs to see that first, which was just as she remembered, though she had only visited it a couple of times to speak to whichever Defense professor was the new flavor of the year: once when Professor Lupin had been in charge, and once when the fake Professor Moody had been their teacher. She shuddered now to think that she had gone into this office with a Death Eater to get a pass to the Restricted Section!
After looking at the changes Adrian had made (a few Dark detectors here and there, plus a Persian rug and a couple of benign plants… but also photos of the two of them, one of his parents, a picture of him and Kenneth together at the Ministry, and some group shots taken at various pubs over the years), he said, "And my personal quarters will be down in the dungeons."
Alicia wrinkled her nose. "Naturally."
Adrian laughed. "Don't worry. It's more homey than you think."
"I should hope so, seeing as I'll be visiting you some nights, and you know we Gryffindors aren't terribly fond of the dungeons."
Adrian leaned close to her ear as they made their way down the hall. "I seem to recall spending more than a few nights with you in the dungeons, practicing Defense, and you certainly didn't complain about the conditions back then…"
She couldn't help it, she burst into giggles. "Yes, well, I was seventeen, and spending time with a very fit Slytherin lad I was mad about, so I suppose I didn't mind!"
"I hope you still don't mind spending time with him…"
"No," she teased, trailing a finger down the front of his shirt. "I don't mind spending time with him. Since I'm pregnant with his child, I rather think I'm stuck with him."
Adrian's smile grew sappy. "Salazar, Alicia. I can still scarcely believe it some days."
"I know," she murmured, leaning against him as he wrapped an arm around her waist. "It seems so surreal sometimes, when I think back to seventh year."
His quarters were, thankfully, not as depressing as she'd expected. They had windows that looked out into the Black Lake, but it was apparently a bit shallower where Adrian's apartments were, so the water was a light, pretty, emerald green due to filtered sunlight, instead of dark and dank. The rooms were otherwise quite Slytherin: serpentine wall sconces and chandeliers, rich green rugs and dark, ebony flooring, but a beautiful white and black marble mantel. The furniture suited Adrian, too. A warm, black leather sofa and armchair with an ottoman, inlaid tea table and side tables, and beautifully carved mahogany sideboards. The bedroom was even better; there was a tall, four-poster, canopied bed with rich green and gold hangings.
"I look forward to sleeping with you on that bed," Alicia purred, throwing him a sultry smile.
He turned slightly pink, but smiled back. "So do I. And Percy has already set up the Floo in this room, so it's connected directly to our cottage in Hogsmeade, which means you can Floo over whenever you wish. No one else can Floo in, but we can Floo out to wherever we need to."
She looped her arms around his neck. "I'm glad you worked at the Ministry for a bit, at least," she admitted. "So you can call in favors like that when you wish."
"It helps that Percy is a friend. Come on, though. There's one other place I want us to visit, before we head home."
"Oh?" Alicia allowed him to link their fingers together and followed him out of his apartments, back into the wide corridor. To her surprise, Adrian didn't reply.
He led her all the way back to the Entrance Hall, but instead of returning upstairs, he ducked down the stairs that led to the Hufflepuff Burrow and the Kitchens.
"Where are we going?" she asked curiously. Maybe he wanted to take her to the kitchens? It wasn't as if she'd never been there before, though.
"You'll see," he answered evasively.
And suddenly, it occurred to Alicia exactly where they were going. She squealed slightly and grabbed his arm, but he just turned pink as he smirked and kept staring straight ahead.
"Are we going where I think we are?" she asked eagerly.
"I was going to surprise you," he protested.
Alicia laughed brightly. "It's still a surprise, because I wasn't expecting it."
He put his hand up to the blank stretch of wall just past the kitchens and murmured the old incantation, which led them into the secret, dimly-lit corridor full of old storage rooms. Alicia ran her fingers along the smooth stones as they walked, while Adrian counted doors. Since school wasn't in session, the little light outside the door in question was off, and they slipped inside the dark, hidden storage room full of dusty, musty shelves.
In that moment, Alicia felt like a seventeen-year-old girl again, slipping off with the lad she fancied after Christmas or on Valentine's Day night. They wove through the shelves, wands lighting the way, until they reached the old sofa in front of the tiny fireplace. Adrian flicked his wand, and warm flames sprang up, and Alicia sank onto the sofa and smiled as memories flooded her brain. Adrian sat beside her, completely relaxed.
"I can ask the house elves to bring some tea," he suggested.
"I have a better idea." Alicia twisted and snuggled into his side, her hand sliding over his shirt, toying with buttons.
Adrian's breathing hitched. "You're pregnant, though. It's awful snug in here to be fooling around while you're pregnant."
"I'm sure we can make it work," she breathed, glancing around. The room hadn't seemed this small back in sixth or seventh year. Maybe it seemed smaller now because they were older?Though, it didn't particularly matter. She went on, "Because I want to shag you absolutely ragged, Professor Pucey. I've never shagged a professor in his workplace before."
The pink flush was going down his neck, now. It was amazing how she could still wind him up, even at twenty-seven. Considering a few months ago, they had been in a bit of a slump, Alicia couldn't help but smirk as she slid a leg over his thigh.
When he didn't answer, she teased, "That is why you brought me in here today, isn't it? Or did you want to give me a quill, maybe?"
At that, he burst into laughter. "You don't have to take the mickey!"
She giggled too. "I still love that quill. It was the first thing you ever gave me."
He smiled softly at her. "I'd buy you a hundred more if you asked."
"I don't want a hundred quills." Alicia leaned in and kissed the side of his neck slowly. "Right now," her hand drifted down his shirt to his lower belly and she felt his muscles jump, "I want," her hand went lower, palming over his crotch, "you."
Adrian was practically panting beneath her touch, and she toyed with the button on his trousers, slipping it undone, before tugging the zipper down. He was already hard beneath her fingers, his cock tenting his pants.
She breathed, "I think we can make it work, don't you?"
"Definitely," he grunted. "Get your trousers off, please?"
Alicia laughed brightly and stood up, and Adrian just stared at her as she toed out of her loafers, wriggled out of her slacks, and pulled her silky blouse over her head, dropping it unheeded to the tea table between the sofa and the little fireplace. Then she crawled back onto his lap, her knees on either side of his hips, and kissed him gently.
"You're still half-dressed?" she teased. "Reminds me a bit of school… like we're teenagers, sneaking around…" Her fingers were pushing his shirt open.
Adrian closed his eyes briefly and shuddered under her touch, and Alicia sighed. Oh, she would have loved sneaking around with him like this in school, she thought, but he had been so convinced back then that a relationship between them wouldn't work…
Merlin, she was glad things had worked out as they had.
Fingering her knickers, he asked softly, "This won't hurt the baby, will it? Trying to do this in a weird position?"
"No," she assured him, shifting to work her knickers off. "I'm only at three months, or a bit more."
Then she sat on the sofa, but facing Adrian instead of the fireplace, and she leaned her back against the arm, throwing one leg over the back of the sofa. Adrian ran a hand over his mouth and his heated gaze flickered to the glistening space between her open legs.
"Damn, Alicia…"
"Like what you see?" she joked, unhooking her bra and tossing it aside.
"Always." He stood up and shucked his trousers and pants off, before nudging between her thighs, his shirt gaping open. He looked disheveled and a bit naughty, half-dressed like that, and Alicia tugged his cock.
Breathing harder herself, she murmured, "Shag me ragged, Adrian."
He braced one of his hands against the back of the sofa and the other on the arm of the sofa, next to her head. Alicia guided him inside of her, shifting her hips until they were flush together. Shagging on the sofa in Hidden Storage would have been a lot easier ten years ago, at eighteen, but she certainly wasn't sorry to be doing it now. She closed her eyes as Adrian started a steady, rhythmic pace, his hips flicking deliciously against her own. She moaned softly and arched against the arm of the sofa, one foot on the floor for leverage.
He felt perfect, as he always did, and she loved the way he moved inside of her. He fit her so well…
Above her, Adrian grunted, "Merlin, Alicia… you're so… damn… beautiful…"
She reached up and dragged a hand down his chest, just under his open shirt, and pinched his left nipple. He hissed and immediately began thrusting a lot harder, and Alicia groaned in pleasure.
"Cum for me, Adrian," she whined, lifting her hips to meet those hard, demanding, eager thrusts.
Adrian's breath caught and he thrust deep. Alicia pressed her pelvis against his as he came, his body sagging over hers, though he was careful to keep his weight off of her. After a long moment, she unhooked her leg from the back of the couch and slid it over his hip, down his buttock, and down the back of his leg.
"That felt so good," she murmured, kissing his neck as he sagged against her.
"Fuck, Alicia. I can't move."
She giggled and cradled him between her thighs as he sank into her body, pressing her into the old cushions. "I'm glad. Sometimes I don't feel very sexy, knowing I'm having to let my jeans out these days."
He let out a breathless puff of amusement against her chest. "Are you joking? You're the fittest woman I know."
"It's why you married me, isn't it?"
He laughed softly and kissed her clavicle. "Oh yes, definitely. Never mind your brilliant brains or stunning magic." Then, a bit more worriedly, he asked, "I'm not hurting the baby, am I?"
"No, Adrian," she said gently.
He sighed deeply, twisted a bit, and ran a hand over her stomach. "I'm so happy."
"So am I, love." Alicia raked a hand through his damp hair. "So am I."