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With the wizarding world on the brink of war and Neil's graduation looming closer, it was no surprise that his father expected him to take the dark mark during the coming summer. It was his birthright, after all. Neil had been expected to join the Death Eaters and marry into the noble Moriyama family to strengthen their alliance and secure a promising future for the Wesninski bloodline since before he was even conceived. He was just a pawn in his father's persuit of power, and he was to do whatever was expected of him, no questions asked. The consequences of defying his father and the Moriyama's were fatal.

Neil had always been a natural instigator though, and he couldn't help but test just how far he could push his father.

His defiance was arguably his biggest personality flaw, so if they wanted him to remain celibate and untouched until they married him off to one of the Moriyama cousins, he would do the exact opposite.

Neil wasn't really a virgin, anyway. He spent more time in Andrew's bed in the Hufflepuff dorms or the Room of Requirement than he did in his own, and they'd fucked enough times to send Nathan into an early grave if he ever found out, but he believed in the saying go big or go home.

He planned to be so thoroughly ran through by the time graduation came around that the Moriyama's would laugh in his father's face and call off the engagement.

Sure, he would probably be cursed half to death for it, but Nathan needed an heir despite his resentment, and Neil thought the cruciatus curse was better than being stuck in a marriage he didn't agree to with an ugly mark on his arm for the rest of his life.

Neil had never agreed with his family's pureblood ideology. There was absolutely no way he would take the mark and become a Death Eater.

The Order of the Phoenix was a secret society founded by David Wymack, the headmaster of Hogwarts, which worked closely with the Ministry of Magic to oppose Lord Kengo and his Death Eaters. The Order consisted of mostly Aurors and the few magical families that weren't afraid to fight and weren't affiliated with the dark side.

A few seventh years were also recruited, and Neil was one of them. They were in the process of being trained to officially join once they graduated, and their meetings took place in the Room of Requirements.

Kevin Day was Wymack's only son, and the man in charge of teaching defence to the rest of the seventh year recruits.

Kevin had grown up in the Moriyama's circle, and much like Neil, was expected to take the mark upon leaving school. Kevin's mother, Kayleigh Day, had never wanted that fate for him. She was forced into marrying Tetsuji Moriyama, but Kevin was not Tetsuji's child.

Tetsuji discovered Kayleigh and David's secret and gave her two options. She could either marry Tetsuji and raise the child as their own, or she could run off with David and be targeted during the war. Her family would disown her if they found out she'd slept with a blood traitor, and Kevin would live in constant danger.

Kayleigh wanted protection for her son, so she cut ties with David completely, claimed the child was Tetsuji's and settled into a life she never wanted.

She died a few years later. They wrote it off as a potions experiment gone wrong, but everyone knew there was more to it. Neil suspected Kayleigh had tried to take Kevin and run, but hadn't made it far enough.

Kevin grew up alongside Riko Moriyama, the youngest son of Lord Kengo. Riko and Tetsuji were both Death Eaters, but Kengo had no care for them outside of that. All Kengo's focus went towards Riko's older brother, Ichirou. The blatant favouritism was a sore spot for Riko, who had a habit of taking things out on the people around him. After an incident involving the cruciatus curse left Kevin half dead, he ran off to Wymack and joined the Order.

Kevin told them all about a letter he had found in Tetsuji's study that revealed Wymack as his real father, and that was that. Wymack allowed Kevin to take over Order training, no questions asked, despite his previous affiliation with the dark side.

Neil knew Kevin was honest about wanting to take down Kengo. He had been the one responsible for his mother's death, after all. The other Order members were wary of Slytherins, though. Both Neil and Kevin were Slytherins, and it took a lot of time and effort gaining peoples trust. Once they did, it was worth it. The order had become their family.

Though there were only a few seventh years, they were some of the brightest witches and wizards of their generation, no doubt.

Allison Reynolds was the daughter of one of the wealthiest wizarding families. Her father had a high spot in the ministry but his loyalties were questionable, and he wasn't fond of his daughter joining in the fight. Her defiance had cost her half of her inheritance, but she didn't care. She knew exactly where she stood and what she was as fighting for. Neil could see why she'd been sorted into Gryffindor.

Renee Walker and Dan Wilds were Allison's closest friends, and both muggle-born. It was no surprise how passionate Allison was about the fight when the two people she was closest to had their lives on the line. Renee was one of the best defence students Neil had ever met despite her sweet and wholesome personality, and Dan was a ruthless dualing opponent.

Dan was captain of the Gryffindor Quidditch team, too, and was well respected around the castle for her resilience on the pitch and the fact she was responsible for Gryffindor winning the Quidditch cup for the first time in years. Allison was a chaser on the Gryffindor team, and Renee was a seeker for Hufflepuff. Neil suspected it was the girl's love for the game responsible for their close friendship, not that he was complaining. He was a seeker and the captain of the Slytherin team (much to Kevin's dismay) and despite being on opposing teams, found it was easy to get along with the girls. They had similar taste in professional teams and they were good players. Neil found himself in their company more often than not, these days.

It seemed that for whatever reason, Quidditch players had a thing for joining the Order. Matt Boyd, a beater, was the captain of Hufflepuffs team, and Andrew and Nicky were Hufflepuffs keeper and chaser.

Matt and Neil had been friends before the Order. They met in first year Defence Against the Dark Arts, which Matt had trouble passing. Neil offered to help him out because it was honestly sad watching the kid struggle. Fast forward a few years, they were best friends, and Matt was good enough at defence to catch Wymack's eye.

At first, Andrew and Nicky kept to themselves, along with Andrew's twin brother, Aaron. Unlike his brother and cousin, Aaron was a Ravenclaw. He was arguably one of the best potioneers that Hogwarts had ever seen, and planned on becoming a healer if all went according to plan. He spent most of his time either in the library or in the hospital wing with the schools matron, Abby Winfield.

Nicky was unlike his cousins. While they kept to themselves, Nicky had managed to befriend half of the school. He got along with people easily, and despite needing a few lessons on boundaries and personal space, he was a nice enough guy. Neil avoided physical contact for the most part and Nicky had backed off after Andrew threatened to cut up his neck for invading Neil's space and making crude comments. Nicky hadn't stepped out of line since, and Neil was starting to consider him a friend.

Andrew was... Neil wasn't sure what Andrew was to him. He knew Neil better than anyone else, both physically and mentally. They had a sort of friends with benefits situation going on, though they didn't acknowledge the friend part. They just started hooking up one day, and then Neil began gravitating towards Andrew's group more and more until the rest of his friends considered him a part of it. Then when the war went from a rumoured possibility to an inevitable occurrence, Andrew offered both Neil and Kevin his protection. The five of them were glued to each other's sides during the day, and Neil spent most nights in Andrew's bed, or making use of the Room of Requirement. It was hard having sex when your partners cousin was in the same room, and no amount of silencing charms made it comfortable.

Aside from the sex, Neil didn't know where they stood. He planned on sleeping with as many willing partners as he could this school term, and that would surely effect his and Andrew's arrangement, right?

Would Andrew even still want him after? Neil wasn't sure. He didn't take Andrew as the type to buy into stupid taboos, but being passed around was frowned upon in wizarding society.

He supposed fucking another man was also frowned upon, and Andrew was very okay with that. He'd just have to wait and see.

•••

"It's a stupid idea, Wesninski," Neil had brought up his plan to Kevin after their first quidditch practice of the term. Neil had purposefully held him back to initiate the private conversation. "Your father will kill you."

"He can't kill me, and I honestly don't care what he thinks. He want's me untouched, and he isn't getting it." Neil replied firmly. "You don't have to help out, obviously. I'm just putting the offer out there. Merlin knows you could do with a lay."

Kevin contemplated. "Andrew won't be happy about this."

"Andrew isn't my keeper." Neil said. "I'm going to talk to him about it obviously, but whatever he says won't change my decision. I'm not asking him permission, I'm letting him know my plans."

"Aren't you two exclusive?" Kevin's brows furrow. "That's what we all assumed."

"No... it's just easier to fuck each other instead of looking elsewhere. It's convenient, Andrew isn't even my friend."

Kevin looked at him strangely, but before Neil could ask what the problem was, Kevin spoke again.

"I'm fine with it if Andrew is." Kevin said.

"Really?" Neil asked, brightening. Kevin scoffed.

"Don't get ahead of yourself, you've got to talk to Andrew about it first without him killing one of us. We all saw what happened when Nicky got too close to you."

"Because Nicky was pushing it, I actually want you to fuck me." Neil argued, and he didn't miss the way Kevin's eyes darkened slightly.

"Go talk to Andrew." Kevin grumbled. "Before I bend you over and fuck you right here."

Neil realised the hard-on straining against Kevin's gear and grinned.

"We still have time before class..."

"Wesninski, get out of my sight and don't come back until you've got the green light from your boyfriend." Kevin turned towards the showers and disappeared into a stall. They'd both already showered, so Kevin was no doubt dousing himself in cold water to soften his erection. Or maybe he'd get off on the idea of fucking Neil. Neil liked the thought of that.

"He's not my boyfriend! Have fun with your little problem, Kev!" Neil shouted back, still smiling. He grabbed his gear and made his way back up to the castle in record time. He had to find Andrew before classes began.

He had seen the Hufflepuff a few times since arriving back at school, but he was usually with Aaron, Nicky or Kevin. Neil was nervous about bringing the subject up, especially around a group of people, so he'd been avoiding him and opting to spend time with Matt and the girls instead. He and Andrew interacted briefly when they passed each other in the halls, Neil would offer him a nod of acknowledgement and Andrew, as apathetic as ever, would brush his eyes over him briefly before turning back to the others. Neil hoped Andrew didn't think he was avoiding him because he didn't want to hook up anymore. It was unfair to leave him in the dark, so Neil was finally going to tell Andrew everything and see what he thought about Neil's plan. If he cleared the air now, they would hopefully be fine in the future.

Neil found Andrew in the library with Aaron, the two of them sitting in silence. Aaron had his head burried in a textbook while Andrew spun his wand effortlessly between his fingers, somehow managing not to drop it once. Neil pulled his focus off of Andrew's fingers and the things they could do before he ended up lost in thought. God, he needed to get laid almost as bad as Kevin. It was a wonder he survived Christmas break without Andrew there to help him sweat off the pent up energy.

"Wesninski." Andrew noticed him before Aaron. "Finally decided to make an appearance?"

"I saw you yesterday." Neil replied, as he dropped his bag and gear on the floor and slid into the seat beside Aaron, opposite from Andrew.

"You walked by." Andrew corrected him.

"I still saw you, didn't I?"

Andrew kicked Neil's shin under the table and Neil winced. "Dickhead."

"What do you want?" Andrew asked him. "Surely you aren't here to study."

"Could say the same about you." Andrew shrugged in response and returned to his wand tricks. "I need to talk to you."

"Are you not?" He raised a brow, and Merlin, how could someone with such an awful attitude be so hot?

Neil subtly glanced at Aaron, in an attempt to tell Andrew he wanted to talk alone. Aaron rolled his eyes and looked up from his page.

"Take your foreplay somewhere else, I don't need you two eye fucking across the table while I write my transfiguration paper." He grumbled.

That was all Andrew needed. He stood up, tucked his wand into his pocket and made his way out the door.

"See you," Neil waved a hand at Aaron as he stood, and ignored Aaron's dramatic fake gag in favour of following Andrew.

Andrew leant against the wall outside the library, and began walking once Neil caught up, their steps falling in sync.

"Where are we going?” Andrew asked him, and Neil knew there was more to the question. He wanted to know if they were actually talking or just fucking.

"Room of Requirement." Neil told him, which usually meant the latter, so for good measure he added, "but I really do need to talk to you."

"You want to talk while I'm inside you?" Andrew said it as casually as he said everything else, and Neil spluttered, turning red.

"We're in the corridor." He hissed, glancing around to make sure no one had overheard Andrew's words. Once he realised they were alone, he managed to recollect himself. "But yes. It's been two weeks."

"That's nothing."

"Says you, at least you could go out and hook up with people. I was stuck in that miserable old manor for two weeks." He huffed.

"I didn't." Andrew scoffed. "You think there was time to get laid over break? Kevin and Wymack had us training every day."

Neil had almost forgotten. Ever since Tilda Minyard's untimely (and extremely suspicious) death, that Andrew swore he had no part in, the twins had been staying at Nicky's parent's house. However, last summer they kicked Nicky out after finding out about the German boyfriend he'd acquired during the Triwizard Tournament. From the moment Erik Klose's name was pulled from the goblet of fire, Nicky would not shut up about him. His stupid crush on the guy became obsessive, and it came as a surprise even to Andrew when Erik actually reciprocated Nicky's feelings. Neil thought it was Nicky's ability to speak German that ultimately had Erik weak in the knees. After Erik won the final task and was named Triwizard Champion, he and Nicky spent the final week all over each other. You couldn't turn a corner or open a broom cupboard without finding the two wrapped around each other, and they were devastated when they had to part.

Nicky often sent Erik owls and still talked about him nonstop. It was both sickeningly sweet and infuriating at the same time.

After Nicky was kicked out, Andrew and Aaron could have still gone back to their aunt and uncles house for breaks, but Abby offered up her spare bedrooms for the three of them and Aaron had accepted immediately, taking it as an opportunity to get more one on one time with her outside of school for her to teach him more about healing. Aaron was a Ravenclaw through and through, eager to learn even when he didn't need to. Not that it was a bad trait, but the guy never had any fun. Neil almost felt bad.

Andrew and Nicky were dragged along with him. Nicky didn't mind, he and Abby were friendly, but Neil didn't know exactly how Andrew felt about it. He probably didn't care.

Still, being with Abby meant being with Wymack, seeing as the two of them had some kind of relationship going on. With Wymack came Kevin, and the two of them would never miss a chance to put them to work.

"I suppose it's still better than whatever Nathan had in store for you, though." Andrew added as an afterthought.

Neil sighed. "Yeah well, that's what I need to talk to you about."

Andrew nodded in silent understanding and they both didn't speak until they reached the Room of Requirement. They entered and found the usual— a king sized bed and a single nightstand in the middle of the room, all they needed for what they had planned.

"So?" Andrew asked as he flopped back on the bed, arms outstretched, his gaze roaming Neil's form. "What happened?"

Neil sat down on the mattress beside him and began undoing his tie, becoming increasingly aware of just how hot the room was. That, or he was just horny, but he needed his robes off either way.

Andrew watched him, his eyes half lidded and already lustful, but he still expected an answer.

"He wants me to take the mark after graduation." Neil finally said. "Wants to marry me to one of Riko's cousins or something, to strengthen the Wesninski-Moriyama alliance."

"No." Was all Andrew said. "Wymack won't let them take you. I won't let them take you."

"It's not that simple, Drew. I'm promised to the Moriyama family. It's not a normal engagement, and I won't get out of it unless I make myself undesirable. I need Kengo to take one look at my purity results and call it off."

"You're saying you want me to fuck you until you're used?" Andrew quirked a brow, and Neil didn't miss the small curl of his lips. "Until you're not pure enough for the Moriyama's to want."

"Yes. No. Well," He was stuttering slightly on his words and felt his face turn red. "It wouldn't be enough. This marriage is important enough for them to look over a single person. I'd be cursed for it, maybe, but they'd still have me marry, more as punishment than anything else at that point."

"What are you getting at?"

"We aren't exclusive, right?"

"No." Andrew replied instantly. "You can fuck whoever you want."

"Well in that case, I think the best way to go about it is to just... sleep around."

"With who?"

"I thought it didn't matter if I slept with other people." Neil teased as he pulled his robes over his shoulders and discarded them somewhere on the floor.

Andrew sat up. "It doesn't, as long as you're comfortable with it, but I'd rather know who I'm sharing you with."

It made Neil feel dirty, and he almost whined. He stopped himself, not needing to show Andrew how much it turned him on. Andrew could probably tell, anyway.

"Kevin already agreed, but only if you're okay with it." Neil admitted sheepishly. Andrew's eyes darkened.

"Gonna get on your knees for Day?" Andrew hummed, as he reached for Neil's shirt and began helping him unbutton it. "Show him how good you are with your pretty mouth?"

"Yes," This time Neil really did whine, and he hadn't even gotten his clothes off yet. He'd be embarrassed if he wasn't so excruciatingly hard. "Whatever he wants. Whatever you want."

"Yes or no?" Andrew asked him breathlessly, clearly turned on by the thought of Neil being used by other people. It turned Neil on to know Andrew got off on it.

"Yes," Neil didn't need to think twice. "Yes, fuck, Drew-"

Andrew interrupted him by crashing their lips together. His mouth was hot as it slipped against Neil's, and Andrew was a skilled kisser. He knew exactly what to do, and Neil just followed along.

Andrew worked the rest of Neil's buttons undone and pushed the shirt down his arms. Neil flicked it off the bed and laid back, allowing Andrew to crawl on top of him, managing to not break the kiss as they manoeuvred into a more convenient position.

"Missed you," Neil mumbled against his lips, his hands grasping the sheets because he knew Andrew didn't like being touched without permission. "Missed you so bad."

"I know." Andrew replied. "I can tell."

Andrew was referring to the tent in his pants, straining painfully against its restraints.

"Fuck you-" Neil gasped as Andrew began mouthing at his neck. "I thought I was the one with the neck fetish."

"You think I'm letting you fuck Kevin without marking you up first? You're mine, Neil. I had you first."

Neil knew he wasn't really Andrew's. Andrew wasn't possessive outside of sex. They weren't together, Neil had to keep reminding himself— it was normal. Andrew just had a bit of an ownership kink, a kink that turned Neil on just as much as it did Andrew.

"Worried he might fuck me better?" Neil asked, which earned him a harsh nip. ""Ah, fuck-"

"No. I'd like to see him try and take you apart like I do, he wouldn't know what to do with himself."

Neil arched his back when Andrew ran his teeth other a particularly sensitive spot, and felt Andrew's hands sneak down to his waist.

"Yes," Neil said, before Andrew could even ask. Andrew unbuttoned his pants and Neil kicked them off with a little effort. His dick was now throbbing in his boxers, and he wasn't ready for Andrew to grab and squeeze his length through the fabric. He moaned in pleasure and closed his eyes. "Want to suck your cock then ride you, Drew. Can I?"

"Fuck," Andrew murmured. "Yeah, take my robes off."

Neil's eyes snapped back opened and he stared at Andrew in wide eyed shock. Neil had never been allowed to undress Andrew himself before. It wasn't even that big of a deal, but Neil hadn't been expecting it. "Are you sure?"

"Get on with it before I change my mind, Wesninski."

Neil was more than happy to oblige. He tugged Andrew forward by the tie around his neck, and their lips met once more as Neil fiddled with the knot and pulled the fabric out from beneath his collar. He threw the yellow tie to the floor and it landed beside Neil's own green one. Neil had to break the kiss to tug Andrew's robes over his head, and Andrew's hair was a hot mess when he was done.

"Are we keeping the shirt on?" Neil asked him, knowing Andrew didn't always like being completely exposed.

"Unbutton it, but keep it on."

Once Neil had tackled the buttons, he slipped his fingers through the belt loops of Andrew's pants, and when Andrew gave him the go ahead, he tugged them down far enough to expose Andrew's own boxers and the large bulge they contained.

Neil wasted no time tugging Andrew's cock out, tip already wet with pre-cum. Andrew groaned and threw his head back into the pillows as Neil kitten licked the tip and then wrapped his lips around his length. It had been two weeks since Neil last had Andrew in his mouth, and for the second time that day, Neil found himself wondering how he'd survived that long without it.

He gained rhythm, sucking down as much of Andrew's dick as he could fit in his mouth, which wasn't much. What Andrew lacked in height, he made up for in his pants. Neil supposed it wasn't surprising, seeing as Andrew was so buff. It made sense for his cock to be thick like his biceps.

"Such a good little slut," Andrew praised. "So eager for it."

Neil hummed in agreement around Andrew's length and felt him twitch against his tongue. Andrew's long fingers gripped Neil's hair, and he began thrusting into Neil's mouth slowly. He went slow and gentle at first, savouring it, almost. Neil loved the feeling of Andrew's cock hitting the back of his throat, stretching his jaw wider with every thrust.

"Always take me so well." Andrew said. "Look so pretty with your lips wrapped around me. As much as I love having you all to myself, it would be cruel not to share you."

Neil's cock twitched in his boxers and he had to fight the urge not to touch himself. Andrew's pleasure was his focus.

"Kevin wouldn't last thirty seconds in your mouth," Andrew uttered. "He'd come so fast. You'd swallow it all like the good slut you are, wouldn't you, Neil?"

Neil's mouth was too full to answer, instead he moaned around Andrew's cock, the vibrations sending Andrew's thighs into a slight spasm. He pushed Neil off, and Neil worried he'd done something wrong.

"You're so good. You did good, but I want to come inside you. Yes or no?"

Neil nodded, lips swollen and eyes wet, as he caught his breath.

"Words, Neil."

"Yes. Want you to finish in me, fuck." Neil moaned.

Andrew pulled his wand out while Neil pulled his boxers down, and Andrew casted a lubrication charm into his palm that had Neil thanking the universe for making them wizards.

"Going to open you up for my cock, okay?" Andrew explained as if they hadn't done this a thousand times. Neil knew what to expect but Andrew still made sure he was aware of everything he'd do to him. It made Neil's chest flutter with more than just heated desire. Andrew was so sweet and thoughtful in bed (aside from the slut shaming kink, which Neil loved anyway) that Neil sometimes wondered what it would be like to actually be Andrew's. If this is what he was like with casual hook-ups, what would he be like with a serious partner?

That train of thought was forgotten as Neil nodded in understanding and Andrew slid the first digit past his rim and inside him.

The moan Neil let slip was obscene, he'd been longing for this for two weeks and he finally had something inside of him. It might not be a cock yet, but Andrew was more than efficient with his fingers. He knew exactly where to rub and what points to press, and Neil was halfway to an orgasm by the time Andrew had worked the fourth finger in.

Andrew's cock was thick enough for the stretch to still burn even after being opened up, but that burn was Neil's favourite feeling in the world. He straddled Andrew and sunk down on his cock slowly, his eyes halfway to the back of his head as Andrew gripped his waist on either side and squeezed the flesh there encouragingly.

Neil looked down to find Andrew in a similar state, lips bitten red and eyes wide as he watched his own cock disappear into Neil's heat for the hundredth time. Andrew locked eyes with him and Neil began steadily rocking his hips, enjoying the feeling of being so full.

"That's it, fuck," Neil whispered. "Not gonna last long."

"Good. Wanna see you fall apart on my dick." Andrew hummed. "Gonna come in you, then you can walk back to class with me dripping down your thighs."

Neil probably wouldn't go to class after this. He'd call in sick and nap, because Andrew always tired him out. He was probably already late anyway, but he couldn't find it in himself to care as he fucked himself on Andrew's length. The squelching sound was obscene, he felt so dirty and used as Andrew gripped his thighs and watched him darkly, it was sending him over the edge.

"Maybe Kev will eat it out of me." Neil didn't know what compelled him to say it, but he was glad he did when Andrew moaned lowly in response and gripped his thighs even harder.

"Fuck, Neil." Andrew groaned. "Are you trying to kill me?"

"You're getting off on the idea of me with him." Neil accused. "You like it."

"You'd look good taking two cocks at once." Andrew replied. "Who else you gonna fuck, hm? Boyd would bend you over in an instant, his little crush is so obvious it's sickening."

Neil was amazed Andrew could hold a conversation without stuttering while Neil literally rode him.

"I'll offer." Neil said it mostly to garner a reaction, but he wasn't completely lying. He'd have to figure out how to bring it up with Matt first. "Who knows, maybe Aaron-"

"Do not fuck my brother, Wesninski." Andrew narrowed his eyes at him. "I swear to fucking- fuck, just like that-"

"Why not? You jealous?" Neil asked, watching Andrew begin to unravel beneath him.

"Aaron wouldn't have a clue what to do with you." Andrew's grip tightened.

"You know what they say about nerdy guys— he's a healer in training, he's good with anatomy. Bet he knows every way to make a person-"

"Shut up." Andrew growled. "You're mine."

Neil felt his orgasm creeping up on him quickly. He moved one hand off of Andrew's chest and began stroking his own cock in time with every thrust, and soon they were both on the edge.

"Come for me." Andrew said, swatting Neil's hand out of the way and replacing it with his own, his fingers wrapping around Neil perfectly. "Make a mess."

"I'm gonna- gonna come on your chest."

"Good. Pretty slut, always so good for me."

Neil's vision blacked out for a moment when he finally came, ribbons of white spurting from his tip and painting Andrew's torso. Andrew followed a moment later, biting the inside of his cheek to muffle his moan as he finished deep inside Neil, filling him up with warm, thick come, his hand still wrapped around Neil as he worked them both through their orgasms.

Neil flopped onto the mattress beside Andrew when they were finished and spent a moment indulging in the momentary silence.

"Sorry about your neck." Andrew was the first to break the silence for once.

Neil had no doubt Andrew had left it all marked up. He could still feel the ghost of his lips against his sweaty skin.

"Don't be." Neil responded. "Do it again next time. Want everyone to know you had me."

"You're awful," Andrew groaned, turning on his side to face him. "Are you trying to make me hard again? Get the fuck out of here and go find Kevin before the poor bloke explodes."

"Alright," Neil agreed, he did feel a little guilty leaving Kevin with a hard-on. "Maybe I'll find Aaron on the way there."

"Fuck my brother and see what happens." Andrew threatened half heartedly.

"He looks so hot in those stupid glasses, though. I just know he's good at following instructions-"

"Okay! Not listening to this anymore!" Go find Kevin, if you do run into my brother, do not spare me the details."

"Did you just give me the go ahead?" Neil smirked.

"Don't let him fuck you." Andrew decided on. "I don't care otherwise."

Neil leaned in and pressed a quick kiss to Andrew's temple, a gesture that was probably too sweet to match their current arrangement, but Andrew didn't comment.

"See you, Drew." Neil said. "When I'm with Kevin later, just know I'll be thinking about how good you look beneath me while I ride you."

If Neil hadn't spent so many nights staring at Andrew's perfect face, he probably wouldn't have noticed the scarlet tinge that flushed his cheeks and ears at Neil's words. He did, though, and it filled him with an innocent warmth he couldn't quite explain.

"I said get out of here, Wesninski." Andrew grumbled, covering his face with his palms and then turning to redress himself.

Neil smiled to himself the entire way back to the dungeons despite the sticky mess between his thighs.

Chapter Text

Kevin arrived back from classes with a stack of papers, which he chucked onto Neil's bed.

"Your homework." Kevin explained, as he flopped down on his own bed. "You were absent in every class."

"Andrew said yes."

Kevin sat upright and stared at him.

"No way."

"I'm not kidding. He's convinced you won't fuck me as good so he isn't worried."

Kevin took visible offence to that.

"Never had complaints." He grumbled. "Minyard's full of himself."

"Andrew's great in bed ." Neil reminisced. "I think he's into it. He got off on the thought of me sucking your dick earlier."

"That makes two of us. Seriously, you can't just give me a hard-on in the middle of the school day. Couldn't focus in class because all I could think about was you."

"Not my fault you're easily turned on," Neil shrugged. "We can do something about it now."

"Wymack wants to see me." Kevin replied. "It'll have to wait."

"Seriously? He's your dad, Kevin. You can skip one meeting. What's he going to do, expel his own son?"

"As much as I'd love to stay, he has updates on Kengo. There was another attack just east of Hogsmeade. They're getting closer, it's supposed to be a threat."

Neil nodded in understanding. Kevin knew first hand just how scary Death Eaters were. He'd grown up around them, like Neil, and neither of them liked the idea of them lingering around the schools perimeter.

Wymack had Aurors posted at entrance points and the strongest shielding charms a witch or wizard could cast, creating a safe bubble around Hogwarts, but they both knew Death Eaters played dirty. It was unlikely but still possible they might find a way in despite Wymack's best efforts, and they needed to be prepared.

"Is he calling for an Order meeting, or?"

"He wants to talk to me about his plans and then have me relay the message." Kevin explained. "I probably won't be back until you're asleep, but I'll see you tomorrow morning for quidditch practice."

Neil was a little disappointed at that, but there were more important things to worry about than sex. Besides, it was probably best to give himself a break after this morning. Andrew and Kevin in one day would probably leave him too sore to sit on his broom come tomorrow.

"Alright. See you, Kev." Neil waved half heartedly, and then Kevin was gone. Neil had to find other means of entertainment, so he got up and dressed himself back into his robes. He'd taken them off to shower and slipped back into pyjamas earlier.

The stack of homework stayed at the foot of his bed. He probably should complete it, or look over it at least. He wasn't in the mood to study, though.

Maybe he'd ask Aaron to help him with it next time he saw him. That would give him an in and an opportunity to make his offer.

Andrew may have said Aaron couldn't fuck Neil, but he never said anything about other things. There were a lot of ways to make a person come, and Neil found himself wondering what Aaron was like. Was he controlling and possessive in bed? He didn't seem the type, but Neil couldn't be sure. He did have the same apathetic manner Andrew had. Was he soft and malleable? Would he beg for-

Neil stopped that train of thought before it went too far. He wasn't a total creep, it was just difficult to ignore how attractive someone is when you're doing it with their identical twin on the regular.

The castle was quiet when Neil emerged from his common room. Most students were either relaxing in the courtyard before curfew or already in their common rooms. Neil wasn't sure what his goal was walking around the place, but he found himself at the Hufflepuff common room, reciting the current password.

He didn't know exactly what the Hufflepuffs thoughts on him having access to their common room were. They never ratted him out to the professors, though. He didn't know if it was a result of his close friendship with the headmasters son or his relations with Andrew that made them wary of saying anything. Maybe they were just scared of Slytherin's in general. Either way, the dirty looks they gave him as he stepped into the room did nothing to stop the delighted gasp Nicky Hemmick let out at the sight of him.

"Neil!" He hurriedly stood up from the centre of the floor where he had been playing a game of exploding snap with Matt, who waved at Neil. Neil waved back just in time before Nicky threw his arms around him.

Nicky had become a lot better with boundaries during the time Neil had spent with Andrew's group, but this was the first time Neil was visiting him since his return to school. Neil suspected Andrew had warned Nicky not to bother him until he was ready to come and talk to them, because the last few days had been suspiciously Nicky-free.

"Hey Nicky." Neil didn't hug back, but he tapped the taller man’s side in greeting.

"Where have you been?" Nicky pressed when he pulled back. "You're usually up here every night."

"Just had some shit to sort through. It doesn't matter, though. I'm here now."

A year ago, Nicky would have pestered him into giving him details. Now, he brushed over it and nodded in understanding, tying his best not to start prying.

"Nicky just wants someone else to talk to about Erik." Matt rolled his eyes as he approached. "Pretty much the entire of Hufflepuff has banned him from saying the guys name again."

"He visited during break!" Nicky gushed, lashes fluttering comically as he recalled the time he spent with his boyfriend. "A complete surprise, Abby just told me to get the door and there he was! And then we went upstairs and-"

"Neil doesn't want to hear about your sex life, Hemmick."

This time, it was the voice of Allison Reynolds. Despite being a Gryffindor, her and Dan spent large amounts of time in the Hufflepuff common room with Renee. Either that or Renee was in their common room. They were inseparable. He hadn't previously noticed the three girls sitting on the couch, probably because they were facing the other way. They looked to be studying together, books strewn out all over the cushions, quills, parchment and ink pots spread over the table.

"You know you could go study in the library, Reynolds? Or your own common room?" Nicky grumbled. "Talk about a buzzkill."

Allison ignored him in favour of acknowledging Neil. "What's up, Wesninski?"

"Nothing much." He replied. What the fuck were you supposed to say in response to 'what's up?', anyway?

Renee smiled warmly at him. "I hope your break wasn't too bad, we missed you in London."

The girls and Matt had initially invited him to spend Christmas at Renee's house in the city, but he had to refuse. Nathan would never allow Neil to waste time at friend's houses when he could be at home fulfilling his duties as the heir or whatever, and if he found out Neil was hanging around muggle-borns? His affiliations with Allison and Kevin were already bad enough in Nathan's books, and they were both purebloods. He hated to think what his father's reaction would be if he found out all his friends were either half-blood, muggle-born, or Order members in training.

"It was fine." He told them, but they had long since stopped believing those words when they fell from Neil's lips. "How was you guys' Christmas?"

Matt enthusiastically bursted into the story of how Allison's broom went faulty during a backyard quidditch game and had her spinning in circles until Renee's mother cast a spell to help her down. It has ruined her hair and makeup and Allison wasn't as pleased to relive the memory as the others were. Matt and Dan spoke about their date in Diagon Alley where they'd had books signed by their favourite author. Renee was just happy she got to spend time with her mother and friends, and she was able to knit them all sweaters.

"That reminds me!"  Renee jumped up from the couch and rushed up to her dorm room. She returned a moment later with a striped yellow and white sweater and handed it to him.

"Hufflepuff colours, seriously?" He mused, taking the garment and running his hands over the soft texture.

She laughed, and tucked a strand of blonde and pastel dip dyed hair behind her ear. "Nicky thought it would be funny seeing as you spend so much time here. I didn't make any of us our house colours because where's the fun in that, but-"

"Your wardrobe is miserable and could use some colour other than green, is what Renee means." Allison deadpanned.

"Allison! That's rude." Renee scolded. "For the record, I think the dark clothes suit you."

"Thanks Renee, I love it." He spoke truthfully, offering her a smile. "Sorry I couldn't get you guys anything, my father tracks my owls and I didn't have time to go shopping. Next Hogsmeade trip is on me, though."

"That's okay, Neil. We're just glad you're here." Matt said, because there was no telling when Nathan would pull Neil out of school and not let him back.

"On a brighter note, I know someone who'd love to see Neil in yellow and white!" Nicky exclaimed.

Neil stared in confusion. "Who?"

"The monster, duh." Allison rolled her eyes. "Merlin know's he's a possessive little shit."

"Don't call people names." Renee said softly.

"She's right, though." Dan laughed. "You should throw it on and go see him."

"He's in our dorm right now, I can stay out for a while if you need-"

"Okay Nicky, that's enough. No one wants to hear about Neil and Andrew's sex life just as much as they'd rather not hear about yours." Renee saved him.

"Neil's already seen him today anyway, why else would he miss an entire day of classes? He doesn't look sick to me." Allison looked him up and down, and both Matt and Allison laughed.

"You're supposed to be on my side!" Neil said to Matt.

"Sorry! You earned Allison and I a lot of money, though. We knew the two of you would be back together in no time."

"We aren't together, it's casual." Neil reminded them for what felt like the thousandth time.

"And I'm the Minister of Magic." Nicky whispered, loud enough that they all heard it. Neil swatted his arm with the sweater and Nicky grinned.

"Alright, I'm leaving." Neil announced, because curfew would be up soon and he didn't know if he could handle an interrogation on his relationship status when he barely even knew where he and Andrew stood himself. "Thanks again for the sweater, Renee. I'll come see you guys tomorrow."

The walk through the castle was even more quiet this time. Barely anyone was out of their dorm and the sky was growing rapidly dark outside. He clutched the sweater close to his chest because it was cold outside, but he wouldn't put it on just yet.

"Wesninski."

Neil hadn't been registering his surroundings, he had been lost in thought until the sound of Aaron Minyard's voice snapped him back into reality.

Neil was about to ask what Aaron was doing out so late, until his eyes landed on Aaron's prefect badge and it clicked. He'd almost forgotten Aaron was a prefect.

"Minyard." Neil greeted. "What do I owe the pleasure?"

"Are you coming from Hufflepuff?" He asked, eyes landing on the sweater in Neil's grasp.

"Yes."

"Is Andrew there?"

"Why wouldn't he be?"

"Did you guys fuck?"

Neil's eyes widened in surprise.

"This morning," He supplied. "What's it to you?"

"He skipped an entire day of classes." Aaron complained. "He's going to fail his NEWTs. You're too much of a distraction."

The likelihood of Andrew graduating with anything less than top marks was low. He might not be a Ravenclaw, but he had come very close. The sorting hat had stalled, stuck on its decision, but ultimately went with Hufflepuff after Andrew's insistence. Andrew had shared the story with Neil one night up in the astronomy tower, back when they first began... doing whatever it was they were doing.

Still, Aaron was always worried about Andrew and Nicky's studies.

"Andrew won't fail, and even on the off chance he did, Wymack could get him into the Auror training academy in a heartbeat." Neil sighed. Andrew planned on becoming an Auror after graduation, and Neil would choose the same path if the war or his family ruined his chances at a pro quidditch contract.

"That's cheating. He needs to pass with outstanding's in all the required subjects, and the way he's going-"

"Andrew has never passed with anything but outstanding's, Aaron. You're overthinking it."

"Still. He doesn't need distractions in his final year. Now more than ever, his grades matter, yet he spends all the time he should be studying in bed with you."

"You should try it sometime," Neil retorted. "Seriously, Aaron. Have you ever even tried to have a bit fun? I've never seen you do anything with your free time besides study."

"I do have fun." Aaron rose to Neil's bait. "Believe it or not, not everyone likes sleeping around."

Neil wasn't surprised by this response. As far as he knew, Aaron had only ever dated Katelyn Mackenzie, a Slytherin prefect who'd graduated last year. Aaron broke things off with her over the summer, which everyone was expecting seeing as the two of them had little to no chemistry outside of their shared interest in healing.

Come to think of it, not only was she a Slytherin, but she had the same red hair and blue eyes as Neil. Maybe the twins did have similar taste, after all.

"I don't sleep around." Not yet, he didn't say. "I'm only seeing Andrew. There's nothing wrong with having sex, Minyard. Or are you just jealous Andrew's found something he's better than you at?"

"He's not- you wouldn't know!" Aaron narrowed his eyes.

"Would you like me to find out?"

Neil froze. He wasn't expecting himself to offer himself up so soon. He had planned to subtly sell the idea to Aaron over the next few weeks, but now he'd hard launched it out into the open.

"What?" Aaron asked, wide eyed.

"Come with me."

Aaron followed silently, not defying Neil for once. Neil took him to the dungeons and up to his and Kevin's dorm room.

Kevin still wasn't back, so Neil locked the door.

"What is this?" Aaron asked.

"My father wants to marry me off after graduation." Neil began, and Aaron's confusion only grew. "To one of the Moriyama girls."

"And that's my problem how?"

"I'm going to ruin the purity test results. They won't go through with the arrangement if I've been touched by more than one person. The risk of bastard children is too high."

There was a long moment of silence before Aaron spoke again.

"You want me to fuck you?" He asked, still disbelieving.

"All I'm saying is I'm here if you ever need it. Andrew won't let you fuck me but there are other ways to get off, if you're ever interested. I don't expect you to agree, I'm just putting the offer out there."

"You talked to Andrew about this?" He asked incredulously. "How the fuck did this topic even come up?"

"It came up earlier today, he asked who else I'd be down to hook up with." Neil explained. "Made him all hot and possessive for a moment, but after we were finished he said it was alright."

"When you were- you talked about this while he was inside you?" Aaron exclaimed. His glasses slipped down his nose as he moved his head, and Neil watched as he pushed them back into place with his veiny hands. He wondered what they'd feel like wrapped around his throat.

"Yeah," Neil grinned. "It was hot, I should bring you up more often if he reacts like-"

"I don't want to know, Wesninski." Aaron groaned. "Fuck, you can't just dump this on me. I'm on prefect duty, for fucks sake."

Neil was experiencing deja vu. They were similar to Kevin's earlier words, when he scolded Neil for leaving him hard after practice. Was Aaron hard? Neil couldn't tell through his robes.

"You don't have to give me an answer now," Neil shrugged. "But you know where to find me. Come to think of it, I do have homework I could use a little help with..."

"I'll think about it."Aaron replied. "I suppose you would be more tolerable with that stupid mouth of yours busy."

"So I've been told." Neil said, and Aaron laughed— as close to a laugh as Neil had ever gotten out of him, anyway.

Aaron left shortly after to resume his prefect rounds, and Neil changed into a pair of pyjama shorts and the sweater Renee gifted him. He fell asleep soon after.

•••

Neil stirred awake at the sound of the dorm room door slamming closed. He blinked, adjusting his eyes, before sitting up and pulling his curtains open.

Kevin sat on the edge his bed with his face buried in his palms, visibly stressed about something. Neil wasn't sure what time it was, but it had to be late.

"Kev?" He murmured quietly as he slipped out of the warmth of his blanket and tiptoed across the wooden floor to sit beside Kevin. "What happened?"

Kevin looked up, his gaze landed on the sweater and he crinkled his nose, but didn't mention it. There was a moments pause before Kevin spoke.

"If the attacks get any closer, the Ministry will shut down the school." Kevin revealed. "No matter what Wymack says. They've made up their minds."

That was the stupidest thing Neil had ever heard.

"This is the safest place." Neil said. "What the fuck makes them think it's any safer for students outside of the school?"

"I don't know, their argument is stupid. Apparently parents have called in and complained." Kevin continued. "Death Eaters, no doubt. How the fuck will we hold training outside of school?"

If Hogwarts closed down, Neil wouldn't have any means of escape at the end of the year. The only reason his father hadn't forced the mark upon him already was because it was too risky while he was at school. The second it shut, Neil would be trapped with no way out. He wouldn't be able to join the Order, and he'd be killed for refusing to act as one of Kengo’s soldiers.

"It won't close." Neil said. "It can't. Surely there's something that can be done."

"Wymack's pulling all the strings he can to ensure it doesn't happen, but it's still a huge possibility." Kevin said. "And the Ministry is corrupt, there are Death Eaters on the inside. We don't know who we can trust."

Neil didn't know what to say to that. He couldn't help in any way. He wished he could be of more use to the Order. While they managed to stop a few attacks with the information Neil was able to give them, he didn't know enough about the Moriyama's plans to be of any help past that. Nathan kept Neil in the dark about a lot of things because he didn't trust him.

For good reason.

"We'll talk about it tomorrow. You should sleep." Kevin told him.

"What about you?" Neil asked, brows furrowed.

In all the time he had known Kevin, he couldn't remember the man ever staying up late. Kevin's day ran on a strict schedule, and he was always in bed early.

"Too much to think about." He said. "I'll probably just read."

Kevin had already been stressing over NEWTs, quidditch and Order training. It was a wonder he hadn't crashed out with all the pressure he was under. This development only added to his overflowing plate.

Sleep was important, and they had practice early in the morning. Kevin needed rest, and Neil had an idea.

"I can help you out if you'd like." He offered.

Kevin looked at him quizzically.

"You're so stressed about everything. When was the last time you caught a break?" Neil asked. "You're so busy taking care of everything and everyone else, but who's taking care of you?"

"There's no time to take breaks, Neil. I wish it were that simple." Kevin sighed. "And I don't need anyone to take care of me."

"I know you're capable of taking care of yourself, Kev." Neil said. "But I want to help take your mind off of everything. You deserve a break more than anyone."

He meant it. Kevin was taking on the responsibilities of an adult as an eighteen year old student. It wasn't normal.

Kevin huffed and flopped back on the mattress. Neil thought that was the end of the conversation, and Kevin would send him off to bed. He was about to stand when he felt the other man's fingers brush his arm.

"Stay." Kevin said. "I'll... how do you want to do this?"

"Your choice. Have me however you want." Neil told him. "I'll take care of you tonight."

"Okay." Kevin whispered, like someone might overhear them. It was rare Kevin showed any vulnerability in front of other people, but the man looked two seconds away from a break down. "I'm going to brush my teeth first."

"Whatever you need."

Neil followed, because despite having brushed his teeth before his shower, he'd still fallen asleep afterwards. Once they were finished, Kevin pulled his robes off, dropping them in the laundry hamper by the bathroom door. It left him in his button up and dress pants, much like Andrew earlier that day.

Kevin unbuttoned his shirt took it off completely, unlike Andrew. Neil admired the other man's biceps and chest. Kevin worked out morning and night, and it showed.

"How do you want me?" Neil asked, and Kevin looked at him like a deer in headlights. It was off-putting. Neil had never seen Kevin this way. He was usually so put together and sure of himself. He had an ego the size of a quidditch pitch, and he wasn't afraid to criticise every single little thing Neil did. In shorter words, he was an insufferable prick most days.

But this wasn't the Kevin he knew. Neil had never seen him look so small and unsure of himself. He hadn't even known it was possible for Kevin to be unsure of anything, honestly.

And then, Neil understood.

Kevin didn't want to use him, not in the way Neil had assumed. He didn't want to be in control.

He wanted Neil to take control.

"You want me to take over?" Neil asked to confirm. "I don't mind."

"Are you sure?" Kevin asked, face flushed pink. "You don't have to."

"I know." Neil assured. "You deserve to forget about your problems for a while, there's nothing wrong with wanting that. I'm glad you trust me with you, more than anything."

"I've never been, you know... on the bottom." Kevin admitted. "I'm not a bottom, but I really want this."

"That's okay." Neil said. "We won't go that far tonight, you're not in the right state of mind. If you still want it tomorrow, just tell me. Yeah?"

Neil knew this was probably a one time thing. Kevin was not submissive. This was an exception, though, and Neil felt honoured to be the one to have him this way.

Kevin nodded, wide eyes and flushed cheeks. Neil wondered how it was possible for someone to be so beautiful. His looks rivalled Andrew's, even, and Andrew was the most beautiful man on the planet in the eyes of Neil.

"Get on the bed and spread your legs. I'm gonna suck you off, but you aren't allowed to come until I say so. Do you know the colour system, Kev?"

"Green for continue, yellow for slow down and talk about it, red for stop completely." Kevin recited like it wasn't his first time. It had Neil wondering who else had seen Kevin like this.

"Good." Neil approved. "On the bed."

Kevin obliged, and a few moments later, Neil was between Kevin's spread legs, unbuttoning the fly of his pants and tugging his hard dick out of his boxers.

Kevin was big. Slightly longer than Andrew, but not as thick. Neil didn't know if he'd be able to fit Kevin's length down his throat. He'd probably need to use both hands to aid his mouth.

Neil didn't get to work on his dick straight away. First, he leant down and captured Kevin's lips in a heated, yet gentle kiss. Kevin whined needlessly against his mouth, bucking his hips up.

"Stop." Neil scolded, enjoying every second of it. Kevin looked so perfect like this.

"Sorry." Kevin mumbled. "Want you."

Neil bit back a groan and straddled his knees around Kevin's waist, his ass ghosting over his exposed cock. Neil pulled the sweater over his head and threw it across the room onto his own mattress. He'd charm it clean and wear it again tomorrow, but for now, neither of them needed clothes.

He brushed his lips over Kevin's neck and began suckling at the sweet spot underneath his ear that he knew drove Andrew crazy. Much to Neil's delight, Kevin moaned in response and ran his hands up and down Neil's thighs. He didn't buck his hips again, although Neil could tell how desperately he wanted to.

He set to work, sucking bruise after bruise into the brunettes sensitive skin. Kevin unraveled beneath him, letting himself go. By the time Neil's mouth had traced a path from his neck, down his chest to his thighs, Kevin was quivering in anticipation.

Neil had never known someone could be so responsive in bed. Kevin Day was obscene.

"Fuck, Neil. Please?"

It was a word Andrew didn't allow Neil to use anytime, let alone in bed, and it took him by surprise momentarily until he remembered it was Kevin beneath him, breathless, all swollen lips and flushed, hot skin. Not a strand of blonde hair in sight.

"You look so good like this," Neil commented. "What do you want?"

"Touch me?"

Kevin's cock lay pressed against his stomach, flushed red, leaking pre-cum at the tip. Neglected.

Neil rolled his hips downwards, Kevin's cock sliding between the clothed curve of his ass. Kevin shuddered and dug his fingers into Neil's flesh, another whine leaving his pretty kiss bitten lips.

"You want my mouth?" Neil asked, and Kevin nodded his head in desperation.

Neil rolled off of Kevin and stood up off the bed to remove his pyjama shorts. He crawled back onto the mattress fully nude, and settled himself between the other man's legs. Kevin watched longingly as Neil grabbed his dick in one hand, giving it a few experimental tugs.

Kevin squirmed in Neil's grasp, trying to fuck up into his palm. Neil had never met anyone so sensitive. Granted, he had only ever slept with Andrew, who usually only completely let himself go mid orgasm, but Kevin was entirely different. He was pliant and leaned into Neil's every touch. They had barely even started and Kevin looked thoroughly fucked out.

When Neil took Kevin's cock between his lips and swirled his tongue around the head, testing his reaction, Kevin arched his back beautifully off the mattress, abs on full display. Mouth watering. Neil was practically drooling on Kevin's dick at the sight.

It only got better as Neil proceeded, eventually finding a rhythm, bobbing his head up and down and swallowing as much length as he could while Kevin lost himself beneath him, fingers curling into the sheets, untucking the corners from beneath the mattress. They could fix it later.

Soon, Kevin couldn't take it anymore.

"I'm gonna come, Neil..." He breathed, throwing his arm over his face, shoving his mouth into the crook of his elbow to stifle the sounds Neil was drawing out of him.

Neil pulled off with a pop, a bead of mixed pre-cum and spit rolled down his chin, onto Kevin's abdomen. Kevin moaned at the sight.

"Come down my throat." Neil ordered, before pushing Kevin's length back into his mouth. He used one hand to stroke the base of Kevin's cock where his mouth couldn't reach, and the other to play with his balls. All the stimulation must have gotten too much, because Kevin came without much warning, spilling hot liquid into Neil's mouth. Neil swallowed every last drop, and kept sucking him through his orgasm and into oversensitivity. When he finally pulled away, Kevin's eyes were wide with wonder and his face was flushed pink.

"Do you want..." Kevin pointedly glanced at Neil's own swollen cock, offering his assistance.

"Just sit still, yeah?"

Kevin complied. Neil grabbed both his and Kevin in both of his hands and began jerking them both off. He worked Kevin through his oversensitivity until his cock was hard again, and his moans turned from, "too much" to "more, please, fuck."

He flicked his wrists in expert motions until they were both spilling over Kevin's chest simultaneously. Come rolled off of his skin and onto the mattress beneath them. Kevin blacked out for a moment and when he came to, he gazed up at Neil, starry eyed.

"Gonna clean you up, Kev." Neil murmured, pulling away to search for his wand. He found it tucked under the pillow in his own bed. When he returned, he casted a quick cleaning charm to deal with the sticky mess on Kevin’s skin and the mattress. He tucked Kevin back into his boxers and pulled the blanket up over his waist, before leaning down to press a kiss to the man’s forehead.

Kevin mumbled something in response, it sounded like a thank you, but he was already asleep. Neil watched him for a moment. His features were soft and unconcerned, unlike when he was awake. He looked so peaceful without the stress of the war and all of his problems at the front of his mind. He looked like the teenager he was supposed to be.

Neil got to work cleaning himself up. He redressed himself and climbed into his own bed. It took him longer to fall asleep than Kevin, but when he did, he dreamt of blonde hair, cigarette smoke and a yellow knitted sweater.

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Slytherin won their match against Ravenclaw. Neil had expected nothing less with how hard Kevin had been pushing the team to their limit over the last few practices. He might not be captain, but he sure as hell acted like he was. Neil allowed Kevin's intervening for the most part, but stepped in whenever his head got too big for his body, which was often.

He shook the Ravenclaw captains hand afterwards, more out of tradition than anything, and then he joined his teammates on the trek back to the locker room. Kevin pat him on the shoulder and showered him with rare approval. Neil basked in it, because Kevin would no doubt be back to his usual criticism tomorrow, but for the time being he lost himself to the high of winning another game.

"If you dive like that every game, we'll win championships easily." Kevin told him. "That was insane, as soon as you pulled the move I was certain you'd slip off your broom. How the fuck did you do that?"

"Josten has a quidditch fixation and a death wish," Seth Gordon said. Allison's sort-of-sort-of-not boyfriend and one of Slytherins beaters. "Thank fuck for it though, did you see Minyard's face when he dived? He stalled mid air and the bludger I sent towards Jones almost took him out."

"Did he?" Neil turned towards Kevin, who nodded.

Interesting.

Neil stayed back after practice to shower alone, per usual. Kevin stuck around for a while to rant about the match, before heading off to meet with Wymack once again.

Neil had had Kevin beneath him just a few nights ago, begging for his mouth, breathing his name like it was the only word he knew.

Nothing in their usual dynamic changed, though. Kevin was still an insufferable prick and Neil's closest friend, simultaneously. The duality of horny teenagers.

Neil stepped out of the shower with a towel hung around his hips, and the first thing he did was slip a clean shirt over his head.

He was lucky he did, because the door slammed opened and Aaron Minyard stormed into the locker room, hair mussed, broom in hand, still clad in his quidditch gear. Furious was the only word to describe the look on his face. For what? Neil was sure he was about to find out.

"You." Aaron hissed, crossing the room, closing the gap between them. Neil was not scared of Aaron Minyard, but his years spent in Wesninski Manor had him instinctively backing up until his back was pressed against the wall.

"Me." Neil responded, "What have I done now, Minyard?"

"You shouldn't have survived that dive." He said, pointing a finger at Neil's chest accusingly. "How the fuck didn't you fall off and die?"

"I held on...?"

"You only had one hand on your broom!"

"Your point?" Neil quirked a brow.

"Are you cheating?"

Now Neil is confused.

"I don't need to cheat to win, Minyard. I'm the best seeker in the school."

"Bit full of yourself."

"I'm not wrong though, am I?" Neil said smugly. He was allowed to be a little bit narcissistic occasionally, okay? He was a Slytherin through and through, after all.

Aaron didn’t respond for a moment, his gaze fell to Neil's mouth and then flickered back up to his eyes.

And look, Neil didn’t want to make a habit of kissing men who weren’t Andrew. Kissing Kevin already had him drowning in guilt for no reason. Kissing Aaron, Andrew's twin, was only bound to amplify said guilt.

But Neil and Andrew were not together. He could kiss whoever he wanted.

So when Aaron crashed their lips together, Neil didn’t pull back. He'd act now and wallow in regret later.

Nothing about Aaron was gentle. Andrew was always gentle, always generous and attentive. Aaron, on the other hand, takes. He takes what he wants and doesn't give a fuck. He’d use Neil for his own gain and throw him to the side afterwards, because Neil is one of Aaron's least favourite people. He could not give less of a shit about Neil's own pleasure and they both knew it. Neil was just convenient.

Aaron dropped his broom to the side, one hand finding the curve of Neil's waist and the other resting beside his head, holding Aaron up and encasing Neil between the wall and his body. They didn’t break the kiss, their teeth kept clacking together and Neil thought his lip might even be bleeding from the force Aaron had bit it with, but he couldn’t bring himself to care as he lost himself in the other man's hold.

He felt himself begin to harden against the towel still wrapped around his hips, and he could feel the tent in Aaron's pants brush against his leg. This was happening, Neil realised. He was about to let Aaron Minyard use him. He was going to enjoy it.

"Clothes off," Aaron pulled away, panting slightly. "Wear my shirt if you don't want me to see your scars."

"I'm already wearing a shirt?" Neil responded.

"Yeah," Aaron huffed. "But you'd look better in blue."

Aaron wanted Neil in his Ravenclaw jersey. The one with his surname and his signature number five on the back.

"Possessive," Neil complained, but there was none of his usual heat behind it. "I'm not yours."

"You are right now." Aaron whispered, then his teeth scraped Neil's neck and Neil moaned in ecstasy.

When Aaron pulled away again, he lifted his jersey over his head and handed it to Neil. With Aaron shirtless in front of him, Neil could not physically stop himself from staring at the guy. He was fit, like Andrew, but a little more lean. He was the definition of a sleepers build. Neil had never noticed how much muscle Aaron actually had until this moment.

Aaron gave Neil the courtesy of turning around while he changed shirts. He pulled the blue garment over his head, and found it loose, the same way Andrew's clothes fit on him. He didn't have the same muscle mass in his arms to fill out the short sleeves, so the collar slipped off of one shoulder, exposing old hickeys Andrew had left behind on his collar bones.

Neil let the towel drop and kicked it to the side. His cock was hard and leaking, snagging on the hem of Aaron's jersey, leaving a little wet patch of pre-cum in its wake. Aaron turned around a moment later, and he gave Neil's throat and collarbones a look of disapproval.

"Who?" Aaron asked, grabbing him by the back of the neck and pulling him closer to inspect them.

"Andrew." Neil replied. Kevin hadn't left any marks. "Only Andrew."

Then, Aaron's mouth was on him again. This time its main focus was sucking purple and blue bruises into the sensitive skin of his neck. Aaron spent a good ten minutes replacing every mark Andrew had left, and all Neil could think about was what Andrew would think.

"Slut," Aaron murmured against his skin. "You claim all this shit is about the Moriyama's, but you know what I think, Wesninski?"

"What?" Neil struggled to contain his gasp when Aaron bit down on the sensitive spot under his ear.

"I think you like it. You want it so fucking bad, yeah? So desperate for cock, it's pathetic." Aaron answered. "Wonder what my brother would say if he could see his little whore boyfriend now."

"He's not my boyfriend," Neil spoke. "He doesn't care who I fuck."

"He does. He won't let me fuck you." Aaron said. "I'm going to fuck your thighs. Get on your knees."

Neil didn’t know what compelled him to follow Aaron Minyard's instructions, of all people, but he did. There were stretching mats on the floor a few meters away, and once they got to them, Aaron forced Neil to the ground by his shoulders, and Neil arches his back like it was muscle memory.

"Look at you," Aaron hummed. "So fucking willing."

The sound of a zipper told Neil that Aaron had undone his own fly, and then Aaron's hand was in front of his face. "Spit."

And Neil did. Aaron retracted his arm and there was no warning before the sensation of his own saliva being rubbed into his thighs and the curve of his ass pulled a whine out of him. He didn’t even try to stifle it.

"I never understood what he saw in you." Aaron said, as he pulled his wand out from somewhere and cast a wordless lubricating charm, the cold liquid against his skin sending shivers down his spine as Aaron rubbed it all over like he had with Neil's spit. "You're insufferable, you never shut the fuck up. You don't think before you speak and you walk around the place like you own it. You start fights you can't finish and drag my brother into trouble. You're pretty, but that's about it."

Aaron pushed the head of his cock between Neil's thighs and snapped forward roughly. Neil moaned again and squeezed his legs together as tight as he could around Aaron, determined to give him the best orgasm of his life despite the no actual fucking rule, just to prove something.

"But I see it now." Aaron told him, veiny hands splayed over Neil's waist, holding him tight in place as he fucked his thighs. "You're so good at taking it. So good at making people come, it's all you're good for. It's like you exist to be used."

"Aaron," Neil whined. "I need-"

"You don't need anything." Aaron interrupted, his breathing growing heavier as he worked up a proper pace. "Not from me. I'm going to have my way with you, and then I'm going to send you back to my brother in my jersey, with my name and number on you. With my marks. He might fuck you till you come, if he can even stand to look at you."

Neil shouldn't have enjoyed Aaron's derogatory little speech as much as he did, but his entire body reacted to it. Aaron hadn’t touched him besides the occasional slide of their cocks together with each thrust, but he thought he could come like that if he wanted to. He wouldn't, though. He'd be good and do what Aaron told him to, because he was nothing if not a people pleaser when it came to sex.

Aaron's grip on his waist was rough and unforgiving as he snapped his hips back and forward continuously. It was sure to rub Neil's skin raw, but he could worry about that later. He fought the urge to reach down and stroke himself while Aaron dragged one hand up Neil's spine and grabbed the skin at the back of his neck. He pushed Neil down more, the side of his face flat against the mat as Aaron held him in place, like he was a rag doll rather than a human being. Andrew would pull a knife on Aaron if he ever found out about this, Neil is sure of it. He wouldn't snitch, though. Not when it turned him on this much.

"You should wear blue more often. Look's so fucking good." Aaron slapped his ass, not enough for it to hurt badly, but probably enough to leave a faint handprint.

Aaron slipped his dick out from between Neil's thighs and began rubbing the wet head against his neglected hole. The way his cock slid against his skin made Neil feel filthy. Aaron used one hand to keep it in place as he thrust between the curve of his cheeks, the friction threatening to send Neil over the edge. Could he come like this? With just Aaron rubbing against his rim?

He didn't want to find out. He wanted to be good.

"Fucking hell, if I knew how quiet and submissive you'd be with my dick, I'd have done this ages ago." He said. "That loud mouth of yours is your worst quality, but at least your whines are pretty."

"Aaron-"

"Shut up. Gonna cum all over your ass, yeah?"

"Yeah," Neil whined. "Fuck, Aaron—"

"I said shut the fuck up." Aaron rasped, as he pulled back and began jerking off above Neil. He came with a groan, white ribbons of come painting his ass and dripping down the curve of his spine, under Aaron's jersey that clung loosely to his sweaty frame.

The post-nut clarity hit Aaron after taking a few moments to catch his breath. Neil rolled over onto the mat, still hard, staring up at Aaron who looked down in mild annoyance. Neil watched him tuck himself back into his boxers before moving to grab Neil's discarded white shirt, throwing it over his head and grabbing his broom.

"Go find Andrew." He said, and left.

That was it.

When the reality of his situation finally sunk in, Neil threw his sweats back on and made the journey back up to the castle. There was no way he could see Andrew like this. He had used a towel to wipe himself dry, but he didn't have another shirt. Andrew might have given him permission to do stuff with Aaron, but he sure as fuck wouldn't want to see the aftermath, right? The new bruises on his neck that would linger for days were already bad enough. He didn't want to rub salt in the wound.

Thankfully he didn't run into anyone he knew on his way back to the dungeons. Winter meant the sky grew dark early in the evening, and most people stayed in their common rooms at this time.

He stepped into the common room and a few first and second years eyed him suspiciously. He ignored them and hurried up to his dorm room before he ran into someone who would relay word back to the Death Eaters, because Merlin knew how many spies his father had on him.

Once inside, he locked the dorm door and turned around, taking in the scene before him.

Kevin, as expected, sat on his bed with his history of magic textbook propped open in his lap.

Andrew lay next to him, hair skewed across the pillow, his wand hanging loosely from his fingers like he'd been spinning it between them a moment ago.

Fuck.

Andrew had caught sight of Neil's attire before Neil had turned around, and he just stared at him with a blank expression. They locked eyes, and Neil wasn't sure why he felt so guilty. Andrew allowed this, after all.

"Shit," Kevin was first to break the silence. "What the fuck did he do to you?"

Neil hadn't looked into a mirror yet, but the horror on Kevin's face told him all he needed to know.

"Uh," Neil began. "I... Kev?"

"Yeah, I'm going." Kevin snapped his book closed and grabbed his wand, then headed towards the door. As he passed, he whispered just loud enough for Neil to hear. "Good luck with him."

Then, it was just Andrew and Neil, an empty dorm, and a locked door.

"Did he fuck you?" Was the first thing Andrew asked. He hadn't moved, still splayed out over Kevin's mattress. Anyone else would call his tone casual, but Neil had spent enough time around Andrew to hear the underlying sharpness of his words. Jealousy.

"No," Neil assured. "Just my thighs."

There was momentary silence, Neil just stood there awkwardly as Andrew assessed him lazily, eyes dragging up his form, lingering on his the bare skin of his neck, and then flickering back up to his face.

"You look like a whore."

Neil felt heat rise to his face and he looked down at the floorboards, nodding in silent agreement.

"He didn't let you come, did he?" Andrew guessed.

Neil, still half hard in his sweats, nodded again.

Another silent moment, and then, "Come here."

Neil met Andrew's gaze, and not for the first time, wished the man wasn't so good at filtering his emotions and keeping his face void of expression.

Neil kicked his shoes off and crossed the room towards the bed. He stood at the foot of it, waiting for further instruction. Andrew just spread his knees apart and beckoned him forward.

Neil took that as a signal and crawled up the bed, situating himself over the blond. He used his arms to prop himself up, the fringe of his auburn hair falling loosely in front of his eyes as he looked down at Andrew beneath him.

"Yes or no?" Andrew asked.

"Yes." Neil breathed, and then leant down and met Andrew's mouth a quarter of the way.

Andrew kissed gently, sweetly. He always handled Neil like he was fragile— glass that could break under his finger tips . This was no different.

Andrew's hand snaked around the back of his head, his fingers entangling themselves in the baby hairs at the base of his neck while his tongue pushed its way into Neil's mouth. They fit together like a puzzle, so in sync they moved like they were one being. Neil didn't bother wasting time wondering what that meant, he just leant into Andrew's warmth and lost himself in the moment.

Andrew manoeuvred them around so that Neil was the one on his back and Andrew hovered over his thinner frame. The kiss didn't break. Andrew's free hand found his waist and he held him in place while he kissed Neil until his formerly half hard cock was strained in his sweats for the second time.

"I shouldn't let you come, either." Andrew said. "It's your problem, why the fuck should i have to deal with it? You brought this on yourself."

"Drew," Neil whined. "Need it."

"But I like watching you fall apart." Andrew admitted. "I told you my brother wouldn't know what to do with you. He wouldn't know the first thing about getting you off, that's why he left me to deal with you. You know why?"

"Why?" Neil wondered.

"No one can make you feel as good as I make you feel." He said. "Fuck whoever you want, but I know your body inside and out."

Neil bit back a groan and shoved his face into Andrew's shoulder when Andrew knee brushed over his clothed cock.

"I want to suck you off. Yes or no?"

"Yes," Neil agreed instantly. "I need you, Drew, fuck..."

Andrew took his sweet time positioning himself between Neil's knees, and when he wrapped his fingers around the hem of his sweats and tugged them down, his cock sprang free. He hadn't bothered putting boxers back on in the locker room, under the impression he would be showering as soon as he was back anyway. The sensitive skin of his thighs was sore and red, a result of Aaron's roughness.

Andrew's brows furrowed in concern as he inspected the damage. He ran his fingers over the sore area, the sensation of nails grazing  skin sending shivers up Neil's spine.

Andrew leant forward and kissed the side of Neil's hip so softly, but Neil still felt the ghost of his lips when he pulled away. Neil watched with hooded eyes as the blond spat into his own palm, lube be damned, and took Neil's cock into his hand, the other finding his waist once again. He stroked up and down slowly and agonisingly, squeezing gently.

Neil was already half gone.

"He hurt you." Andrew acknowledged, looking at the red patch of skin with distaste. "That's going to sting like a bitch when you shower."

"Yeah," Neil agreed. "It's okay, though."

"Your neck looks awful." He continued. "Your robes won't hide that damage."

"I'll have to ask Allison to cover it for me tomorrow." Neil sighed, arching into Andrew's touch.

"Good. Take the fucking jersey off."

Neil did. He pulled it over his head and chucked it across the room, aiming for the laundry hamper but failing miserably when Andrew thumbed his slit and he lost coordination.

"You don't belong to him." Andrew said. "You don't belong to anyone."

"You saying you wouldn't wanna fuck me in yours?" Neil teased, and Andrew glared.

"I'm saying I hate seeing you in his number. If you're going to wear a jersey with our surname on it, I'd prefer it in yellow with the number three." He said. "Good game, by the way. That dive was impressive."

"Thanks," Neil breathed. "I won't do anything with Aaron again, if you don't want me to."

"Do you want to?"

"I don't know..." Neil trailed off. "I enjoyed it. It's stupid. I like it better with you, though. If it weren't for the purity test situation, I'd be content with just you."

Something akin to surprise flashed across Andrew's features, and he looked away, avoiding eye contact. "Shut up."

Neil, worried he'd said something weird, went to apologise. His words were caught in his throat when Andrew finally wrapped his lips around the head of his cock, swallowing him down to the base. He lingered there for a moment, testing the waters before coming back up for air and repeating the process.

He build up a pace, and soon Neil was a writing mess beneath his touch. Andrew had a way with his tongue. It was sometimes like his mouth was made for Neil's cock, the way he could pull every little sound out of Neil's throat and somehow find every sensitive spot and milk it for all it's worth.

Neil wrapped his fingers in Andrew's hair, not enough to hurt but enough to steady himself. Andrew didn't like having his hair pulled, but he allowed Neil to scratch his fingers over his scalp softly while he worked on bringing him to orgasm.

Neil gave warning before he came, and Andrew swallowed it all. Neil came to the realisation they'd just done all of this on Kevin's bed, and hoped the other man wouldn't mind too much. At least there was no come staining the sheets this time, Neil reasoned with himself.

"Do you want me to help?" Neil gestured to Andrew's own hard-on after he came to, vision still slightly spotty from the force of his orgasm. Andrew just shrugged.

"I'm gonna shower." Andrew told him. "You've got homework to do."

Neil eyed the pile of papers on his bedside table and sighed.

"If you're sure." He replied. "You can stay, if you want. After your shower, I mean."

Andrew nodded, and then disappeared into the bathroom.

Neil dressed himself in the yellow sweater and swapped his sweatpants out for a pair of white cotton pyjama pants. He crawled back into his own bed and heard the sound of the shower running. He paid it no mind as he began on his homework, completing one page of questions before giving up and leaving the pile of work to be tomorrow’s problem.

When Andrew emerged again, it was dark outside and Kevin was still not back. Neil’s towel hung loosely from his bare waist and his black armbands were already strapped to his forearms as he began shovelling through the dresser, pulling out a pair of clean boxers, grey sweatpants and a green hoodie. Neil didn’t realise until he had dressed that the hoodie was his quidditch one, the Slytherin team logo splayed across the front with Neil’s name and number on the back. It was funny considering the evenings earlier events, but Neil felt a fond warmth in his stomach at the sight. He quickly shut down those feelings, locked them up and threw away the key. He’d worry about them another time.

“Staring.” Andrew pointed out.

Neil flushed slightly.

“You’re nice to look at.”

Andrew rolled his eyes. “Move over.”

Neil did. He scooted sideways on the mattress and left enough space for Andrew to slip in beside him. Andrew did, but he didn’t just lay back on the pillow like Neil expected. Instead, he pulled the blanket up to his chin and layed his head down on Neil’s chest.

Neil was not a weak person, but he could crumble in this position. Andrew had the hood pulled up over his head, towel dried blonde tufts of hair sticking out messily. It was cute. Andrew was cute, and Neil was fucked.

Neil couldn’t resist the urge to wrap his arms around the other man. He moved slow enough for Andrew to push him away if he wanted to, but he didn’t. He settled into Neil’s hold, and Neil thought this was the most vulnerable he’d ever seen him. More vulnerable than when he stood naked before him, more vulnerable than when they fucked. Neil had never really seen Andrew with his guard completely down, and he wondered if this was it.

Knowing Kevin would eventually return from wherever he strayed off to, Neil had the selfish desire to close the curtains and shield Andrew from his view. Neil wanted to be the only one to have this. He shifted and grabbed his wand without disturbing Andrew, and did exactly that.

“Light off?” Neil asked, voice hushed to a whisper.

“Yeah.” Andrew replied. When Neil switched the bedside lamp off, he spoke again. “Night, Neil.”

“Goodnight Drew.”

And then the exhaustion from the day caught up to him, and Neil fell asleep to the sound of Andrew’s soft breathing.

He didn’t have a single nightmare.

•••

Kevin rushed into the dorm room at six in the morning, a copy of The Daily Prophet in hand and Renee on his heels.

Neil awoke to Andrew jolting upright, making a move to slide one of his knives out from his armbands, but once Kevin’s voice clicked in his mind, he relaxed and rolled his eyes.

“It better be important, Day,” Andrew said, charming the curtains back opened. Kevin stared, wide eyed. Renee just offered the two of them a warm smile. “What the fuck happened?”

“Sorry, didn’t know you were still here.” Kevin apologised. “But look!”

Kevin tossed the paper to Andrew who held it out for both him and Neil to read. Neil’s stomach dropped at the front page headline.

‘Lord Nathan Wesninski arrested in relation to the murder of muggle family in London and suspected affiliation with terrorist group.’

A slip up. Nathan had gotten too sure of himself, left a trace.

Kengo would not be happy.

Life in Azkaban if the Wizengamot found him guilty.

“What about Neil?” Andrew asked. “Will they withdraw him from school?”

“We aren’t sure,” Renee said quietly. “Wymack wants to see Neil.”

Neil sprung out of bed barefoot and was out the door in no time. He didn’t bother to throw his robes on, and he didn’t check to see if the others were following. His mind was racing as he made a bee line for Wymack’s office, ignoring any odd looks he received on the way. He was faintly aware of footsteps behind him and Kevin telling Andrew off for something. Neil didn’t process any of it.

Neil gave the password to the gargoyle statue and watched the stone staircase reveal itself. He wasted no time rushing up the stairs and emerged in the organised mess that was Wymack’s office.

“Neil,” Wymack sat at his desk, paperwork piled in front of him, eyes dark as if he hadn’t slept the night before. He probably hadn’t. “Sit down.”

He took a seat, Andrew and Renee sitting on either side of him while Kevin stood behind them.

“What happened?” Neil asked.

“Your father ran straight into an ambush, that’s what.” Wymack replied. “Auror’s intercepted him. He brang no backup besides that incompetent mistress of his.”

“Lola,” Neil breathed. “They’ve got her, too?”

“No, she managed to escape, right back to the Moriyama’s, I’m sure.”

“Kengo will be furious.” Andrew spoke. “What will happen to Neil?”

“Neil is of legal age,” Wymack said. “They can’t force him to return home.”

“But they’ll send Death Eaters after me if I don’t.” Neil said. “If I’m not fighting with them, I’m a loose string.”

“So we’re keeping you at Hogwarts.” Wymack said. “They don’t have a way in. You’re not to leave the school grounds under any circumstances. No Hogsmeade, no visiting friends over break. When you graduate you’ll be moved into the Orders main base under Auror protection until it’s safe.”

“What about the headlines? Everyone will know about Nathan’s involvement with Kengo by breakfast. The backlash won’t be good.” Renee worried.

“Kevin will keep a close eye on him, as I’m sure all your friends will.”

“I don’t need protection.” Neil scoffed. “It’s not like anyone will pull anything in school.”

“Wesninski,” Andrew warned with a hard look. “You’re staying with us.”

Neil couldn’t argue with Andrew, so he huffed defeatedly.

“Fine.” Neil said. “Next time I’d like to know about my father’s arrest before the rest of the fucking world.”

“It only happened last night.” Wymack said. “Reporters apparently have nothing better to do.”

“Yeah.” Neil sighed.

“We should inform the others.” Kevin said. “With his right hand man behind bars, Kengo will surely respond soon. Attacks will probably intensify… maybe he’ll slip up as well, give us something to work with?”

“That, or he’ll start being more careful.” Andrew said. “Wouldn’t want to make the same mistake as Nathan.”

“I’ll cancel morning practice,” Neil said, and Kevin groaned. “Tell the others to meet at the Room of Requirement after breakfast. We have a lot to go over.”