After a very illuminating experience in which you surprisingly were not mauled by a massive beast, by the horned monstrosity which cold shrug off spells like they were nothing. One you were sure could swallow both you and the tiny, insane witch you were in love with. You convinced Arty she could probably collect the spider eggs she needed for some reason later. Thus, the two of you flew back up to the cliff which overlooked a body of water and enjoyed the small stash of sandwiches you had brought and a brand of Butterbeer that the Three Broomsticks didn’t serve. A couple of small sweets. A couple or sips of a diluted girding potion mixed with a muggle energy drink and a small vial of a what was basically pure alcohol. A concoction you were going to have to paten at some point. And then you smiled.

At the bottom of the basket you had brough were a couple quilts. One to cover up with, another to place on the chilly ground.

After you had laid them out and Arty had stuffed the last piece of muffin between her beautiful lips, you all but pulled her down into the little nest you had made. She resisted for a moment, Crouch’s lessons likely kicking in, and then relaxed. Came down with you. Swallowed her pastry. Curled in closer to you while you tossed the quilt over her. It was a nice enough day but… she still shivered. Pressing her small body to yours, stealing your heat. Too damn small for her age.

Your robes had the benefit of a Heating Enchantment. Hers didn’t. So, you pulled her closer. You were repaid by several small kisses, against your neck. Your horribly scared arm. A couple of soft giggles. A very good price to pay, you thought.

“So, Dark Lord Hallaster? Did you want to do more then maybe get a nap? Continue what we had done last time a bit? Since with Potter in the mood he is in now, we are getting detention for a few days for skipping class like this. But if he does more, talks to you like he had… well the other spiders should be hungry by now. What would you like your first and most loyal follower to do?”, Arty asks, looking up from the quilt, her chin barely peeking over the hem.

“Wait. What other spiders? What spiders!” you begin, before shaking your head and gently kissing the top of Arty’s.

“The ones I have been planting in his office since the first time he insulted you.” Arty says with a smile, no a wicked grin more like.

What the fuck is what you thought would come out. Instead, you took stock.

Realized your small badger of a lover probably always had something insane with her, given she had just shown you how to befriend Graphorns and could apparently call them...

“Its alright, Arty. And I appreciate the arachnids I am sure you can summon at will. Never making you mad. Fuck, that is for sure. And we can just… be together if you want. You don’t have to do anything, Arty. If it isn’t a good day. I-I would never make you do something more than you want, even “Dark Lord Hallaster” wouldn’t. You are my Dark Lady so it is-“ you stammer out, trying to put a bit of confidence in your voice. And then a pair of small fingers push against your lips and impossibly blue eyes lock on to your own set of green.

“Shush. I know… you would never do some thing bad to me. Even if in the end I might enjoy it. Even though I would do very, very bad things for you and to you. Just… I know I am weird. Fucked up in the head probably. Maybe Potter was right. That I do have the same mentality all those people who followed Grindlewald did… but I think I am making a good choice. Being with you. Not a Dark Lord… my Dark Lord. My Bright Lord. One fighting the ghost of an incredibly powerful wizard to save the world. Maybe two if what you think about Merlin is right. A boy who the kindest witch in history took refuge inside of, just on fucking instinct. Every hero, I think, doubts themselves some. I think that is what makes them heroes. And why people like me are here, to tell them to can it. And I though I was a Princess, not a Dark Lady. Isn’t that Raven’s gig?”, your amazing girlfriend says, lips in a pout and eyes staying locked with yours.

“Every single one. Ever glance and caress, I get saved by your Artemis Pertinger. Damn it. I am a dumbass. And you can be a Dark Lady and a Princess at the same time. A hero too. There are Muggle stories like that. She can be it all. Everything. Just don’t think about summoning Demons and Raven will be fine with both of you being Dark Ladies. You can ride dragons instead.”

Arty’s small glare softens, then she laughs, saving you again when her lips press to yours and she nuzzles back into your chest, still a tad sore from where Barty had given you four new scars which still sat as small pink lines.

It stings a touch when she caresses them but the soft shiver she has makes a touch of pain worth it. She wraps her arms around your neck and pushes her small chest close; you strongly suspect she has no bra on today. Her face close to your own, Arty whispers,

“Hey you can pay me back from before in a second. Maybe pay if forward and stuff… but can we make a deal? If you… don’t make it, I will keep Raven from doing something foolish, going actually Dark. Assuming the Beast in you doesn’t kill us all, of course. But, when I… die… please keep Apollo from doing the same. Someone who is as kind as him, as strong? I really don’t want him ruining his life and a lot of others because of me. Can we promise that, Elliot? My Elliot?”

“I refuse, my Artemis. Because you are NOT going to die. I… am not dying any time soon. We are going to survive. Win. All of us. I already lost one friend, and another person who could have been a great one. I am NOT losing you. Losing Apollo and Linda. I wont even fucking lose Brighton. His grandparents? The ones I made Godric and Rowena leave, they will be okay. Even Potter, bastard he is. I won’t allow it. To have death take what we love.”, you say eyes, harder than goblin silver.

“You will, my Lord. That was just… a moment of weakness on the part of your Dark Princess. I believe in you.”, Arty says with a simple giggle, just a small hint of sadness behind her perfect blue eyes. A single tear that escapes.

”And I shall be there every step. For as long as I can. Bright Lord Hallaster. Grand Wizard Elliot. Mine forever. Now please stick your hand under my skirt. Make me scream out your name so the cute Magical beasts think there is a new animal around, with a very cool mating call.”

“Haha. Of course my love. But maybe not Grand Wizard, okay? That has some Muggle implications. But… Brave, loyal, smart, cunning… horny. How did the Sorting Hat even deal with you?”, you ask and slip you hand between her thighs to press and rub against her soft wet pussy.

“It took him quite a while. Oh! Ah! Right there… In the end I wanted the same house as my brother the most. And I am very glad our Occlumency teacher gets obliviated given what she has seen regarding what I plan on doing to you- Eep! Ahhhh. Ah! Oh fuck yeah, right there keep going, keep going, put them in too!”

Who are you to refuse a request from a lady?

So you stick your third and fourth finger. Softly at first, then more forcefully after Arty shifts her thighs down and forces them in. It only takes a few minutes of rubbing against her with your palm, keeping your fingers planted inside before she starts to spasm. A tiny squirt of warm liquid on your hand before she settles down. Brings your wet right hand up and out of the covers and begins to lick with desperate passion. You joined her after a moment, to clean the small drops on the side of her mouth. Arty tasted good. After your hand is cleaned, after a few quick kisses, the tiny auburn-haired witch began to shuffle and then tossed her damp underwear out of the blankets and put her hands low to undo your belt and pants. Once your slacks were down low, around your knees, the soft girl shifted over mounting you. A way very similar to how your tutor had shown you to mount someone on the ground when he bashed your face in, her hands begin pressing against your torso.

“Fuck that is good…crap. You feel really nice. We don’t have to go that far, Arty we-“

“I know. And we won’t again today. Unless you want to flip me over and ravish me. Which would be fine. It’s pretty hot, thinking about you doing that to be honest. But taking it a little bit slower is fine too. I… want to give you a preview… even though you’ve already done a LOT to me Elliot, of what we can expect when we come back from Avalon. If you don’t try and be a big damn hero and die. Because I am getting better at this. And if you are right?”, she says while sliding her wet cunt up and down your cock.

“If you are right, we get another 1000 years to practice. Something to look forward to.”, Arty says with a grin.

It takes far, far shorter than you had planned. For you to moan out the Hufflepuff Fury’s name, for her to pull your vest and shirt up and with a few more movements from her hips make you grab her hard and shoot several loads of clearish white liquid on your abs.

A messy mistake. One Arty began to correct immediately, bending down and licking every drop up.

When she finishes, her soft hands rearrange your clothing before she lays back next to you, stealing more of the blanket covering both of you and blushing. Forcing you to wrap tighter around her to avoid the chill air. A dastardly move indeed.

Her lips are just slightly sticky when she kisses your neck and chin. Her cute white panties still a few feet away from you and her, a visible stain in the center of them. And all is right in the world when she nods off and you follow a few minutes later.