And Pigs Will Fly

 
 


“What are you doing?”

Justin looked up. He had been sitting at the dining room table in the loft for several minutes staring at a piece of paper. Justin closed the paper immediately using the fold that was already in it. “It’s not important,” he said hastily.

“If there’s one thing I’ve learned since we’ve been in this … non-relationship…”

“And what is it that you have learned, Mr. Kinney?” Justin asked with a little chuckle.

“I’ve learned that when you say something’s not important, it’s actually just the opposite.”

Justin smiled. “You learned that, huh?”

“Yes, so spill.”

“You won’t want to do it,” Justin said with a sigh.

“Let me be the judge of that.”

Justin shook his head. “This is a letter from Harry Potter.” Justin held up the piece of paper to show Brian, but he didn’t open it.

“Potter? Did it come by owl mail?” Brian asked with a snort.

“No,” Justin laughed. “Harry does use regular mail just like we do.”

“No shit! So, what, pray tell, does this epistle say?”

“It says that Harry and Severus would like to invite us to Hogwarts for a few days over Christmas.”

Brian’s mouth dropped open in spite of himself. “Invite us? To Hogwarts? What the fuck is Hogwarts? And why the fuck would Severus Snape want a visit from us? From me? He can’t stand me.”

Justin grinned. “Severus does not hate you. I think he actually likes you.”

“Then he’s an idiot.”

“Am I an idiot for loving you?” Justin asked with a touch of sadness shadowing his face.

Brian grimaced and muttered, “No.” He always let his big mouth hurt Justin. Some day he would learn to shut the fuck up.

Justin shook his head. “Anyway, we’ve been invited … for whatever reason. But I don’t suppose you want to go.”

Brian was about to say that it was a foregone conclusion that he wouldn’t go, but he remembered how his words had just hurt his partner. He chose his words more carefully as a result. “How do you suppose Harry got Severus to agree to this?” Brian asked.

“The same way I occasionally get you to do things.”

“And how is that?” Brian asked with a smirk, knowing full well how Justin often got what he wanted.

“Shall I show you?”

Brian nodded and Justin slid out of his chair, dropping to his knees in front of his lover. His hand popped the buttons on Brian’s jeans while the fingers of his other hand reached between Brian’s legs and fondled his balls through the material.

One earth shattering blowjob, a long plane ride, a unique train trip and the strangest sleigh ride that either of them had ever experienced, and Brian and Justin arrived at the front entrance of Hogwarts.

As they alighted from the sleigh, they looked up at the multitudinous turrets and peaks of the ancient building. A recent snow covered some of the gables. It looked like something from another world or from the distant past.

“I bet it’s colder than fuck in this drafty old barn,” Brian observed.

“Probably no colder than your loft most of the time,” Justin reminded him. This earned a snort from Brian.

They grabbed their bags from the sleigh, turning to see the massive front door of the place festooned with garlands of greenery and red berries. Suddenly they heard a creaking groan indicating that the front doors of Hogwarts were beginning to open. As the doors swung inward, they revealed a smiling Harry Potter and a dour Severus Snape coming forward to greet them.

“Justin, I’m so happy you’re here,” Harry said hugging Justin. “And you too, Brian.”

“Brian,” Severus said sedately.

“Severus,” Brian mimicked.

“Come inside,” Harry said. “It’s freezing out here.”

“Is it freezing inside too?” Brian asked.

“Of course not,” Severus replied imperiously. “It’s warm and cozy.”

“Oh,” Brian said. “You know cozy?”

Severus shot a glare worthy of Brian himself. “I know all sorts of things of which I am certain you have no concept at all.”

“Is that right?” Brian smirked.

“Brian!”

“Severus!”

“Don’t be childish,” Justin said to Brian. “We’re here to have a nice time, not to pick a fight.”

“Aren’t they the same thing?” Brian asked sarcastically.

“Come in out of the cold,” Harry said. “We’ll get you settled in Professor McGonagle’s room.”

“And who the fuck is Professor McGonagle when she’s at home?” Brian asked in his best British accent.

“She’s currently the headmistress of Hogwarts and a very fine professor,” Harry informed them. “She’s an even finer person.”

“Why are we staying with her instead of you and Severus?” Justin asked.

“Our rooms aren’t big enough, and Professor McGonagle offered her apartment when she heard you were coming. She’s away over the holidays.”

“Lucky woman,” Brian said as he looked at the old staircase. Harry stepped on the first tread and the others followed suit. The staircase swung around and they started to rise without climbing. “What the fuck?” Brian reacted.

“It’s like an escalator,” Justin said enjoying the ride.

“No fucking escalator I’ve seen before.”

“Stay calm and I’m sure you’ll be fine,” Justin told him. Brian glared.

Harry ignored the banter. “Professor McGonagle may be back in time for her to meet you. She would like that.”

“Are most of the students home for the holidays?” Justin asked.

“Yes, they’ll return next week.”

“Right after we’ve left,” Brian supplied smugly.

“This really isn’t a place for muggles,” Severus said. He was marshalling the suitcases up the stairs. They levitated alongside Severus as he rode with them up the stairs.

“Muggles?” Brian asked.

“People without magic,” Harry supplied.

“I’ve been told I have a certain magic,” Brian said smugly.

“I can only imagine what kind of magic that might be,” Severus shot back.

“I bet you could guess,” Brian said with a gleam in his eye.

“We’re here,” Harry interjected as the staircase came to a stop. He opened the door to a rather old fashioned but comfortable looking sitting room.

“This looks … lovely,” Justin said quickly. He knew Brian would hate the cushions and flowered drapes and antimacassars.

“Yeah, lovely,” Brian repeated sarcastically.

“We’ll let you unpack and then please join us for dinner in the dining hall,” Harry said as he headed for the door. “We’ll be eating at eight.”

“What the fuck time is it now?” Brian asked looking at his watch.

“Five fifteen p.m.,” Severus replied brusquely.

“See you promptly at eight,” Brian said cheerily as the men left the room.

“You could be a little nicer to them,” Justin admonished, knowing Brian wasn’t cheerful at all. “They are our hosts.”

“Hmpft,” Brian replied.

“Brian, don’t ruin this. Try to enjoy yourself.”

“In this mausoleum?”

“Think of it as an adventure.”

“I’m going to have a shower, if they fucking have showers in this place, and then a nap.”

“You don’t do naps.”

“After being on every mode of transportation known to man during the last day and a half, I want to stretch out and relax.”

“We could have been transported here magically,” Justin reminded his lover. “Harry offered.”

“I prefer not to have my molecules scrambled, thank you very much.”

“That’s Star Trek.”

“Same difference,” Brian griped, heading for the bedroom.

“What a beautiful old bed,” Justin said as he followed along.

“It must be an antique,” Brian said admiring the ornate carving and sleek dark wood. “I hope the fucking mattress isn’t a lumpy old antique too.”

“Brian!”

“I know, I know. I’m a bitch. I’m just tired and smelly and … out of sorts.”

“Go have your shower.”

“Join me?”

“I could be persuaded.”

“You better,” Brian stated. “This trip was supposed to be fun.”

“And you always have fun in the shower,” Justin laughed.

“When you’re there with me.”

And they did have fun in the shower.

 

*****
 

When they walked into the dining hall just a minute or two after eight, they found the room deserted except for Harry and Severus who were sitting at the raised platform at the front of the large room.

“Join us,” Harry called.

The two men walked the length of the room and took the two seats to one side of Harry.

“A smaller room for dinner would have sufficed,” Brian said facetiously.

Harry chuckled. “This is where we eat every night.”

“No other people in the building?” Justin asked.

“The students have all gone home for the holidays except for one lad who is under the weather and is having soup in his dormitory,” Severus explained. “The only other staff member around is Hagrid, but he’s eating in his hut tonight.”

“Hut?” Brian asked.

“He’s the … gameskeeper. He lives in a hut close to the forest.”

“Sounds lovely,” Brian replied sarcastically, just as the food began drifting into the room. Brian and Justin watched in fascination as the plates of steaming roast meat, and dishes of potatoes and vegetables landed on their table.

“Enjoy,” Harry said as he passed the meat to Justin.

“How … how did that happen?” Justin asked looking at the food suspiciously.

“House elves prepare the food and send it in,” Severus replied acerbically. Sometimes muggles were tiresome.

“Elves,” Brian pondered as he took a bite of the roast. “This is … okay.”

“Thanks,” Harry replied pleased that his guests seemed to like what they had supplied.

They ate slowly and enjoyed the surprisingly good food. Brian and Justin had many questions about Hogwarts and the magic that was performed and taught there. Harry and Severus were careful about their answers, not wanting to give away any more information than was absolutely necessary.

When dessert was finished, Brian asked, “So what do you do for entertainment around these parts?” His voice was very skeptical. He couldn’t imagine there would be anything interesting to do at all.

“Sometimes we go to the tavern over in Hogsmeade. It’s called the Hogshead.”

“Hogwarts, Hogsmeade, Hogshead! Pork fetish … much?”

Severus was about to shout an obscenity when Harry laid his hand on Severus’ arm. That calmed the man immediately.

“Shall we go?” Harry asked pushing back his chair and standing up.

“Yes, we shall,” Brian replied with a glance at Severus. “How the fuck am I going to get through an evening with that insufferable man?” he whispered to Justin.

“By being nice to him,” Justin said simply.

Brian shook his head but he didn’t say anything else as they followed Harry and Severus out of the dining hall. Harry waved his wand and their coats the appeared in front of them. Brian jumped back, but then put his coat on, once he saw everyone else doing that. He wasn’t sure he’d ever get used to this magic business.

They walked out the front door and started across the grass.

“Where the fuck are we going?” Brian asked shivering in his leather jacket.

“Just to the edge of the grounds,” Harry said cheerfully. Brian watched the young man slip his hand into Severus’, and Brian did the same with Justin, earning a warm smile in response.

When they reached a certain point, Harry turned to their guests. “Hold on tight,” he said. Harry and Severus each took the arm of one of the men. And suddenly Brian and Justin felt themselves lift and shift in a very disconcerting manner. Brian found it very uncomfortable. Justin thought it was a strange but exciting sensation. They appeared immediately outside the door to the Hogshead Tavern.

“Here we are,” Harry said.

“That was fucking nauseating,” Brian said.

“I liked it,” Justin replied.

“You would!”

“Let’s get inside,” Harry said quickly, pushing open the door and entering the drinking establishment.

A woman bustled over asking what they’d have. They all ordered ale which appeared promptly, this time in the hands of their barmaid, not floating through the air.

“Whew!” Justin gasped as he took a sip of the ale. “This is strong.”

“Our ale is known to be pretty potent,” Harry laughed. “I hope you like it.”

“So far it’s not bad,” Brian replied taking a long draught from his tankard.

“You should try our fire whiskey,” Severus said with a hint of humor in his eye.

“Is that like firewater?” Brian asked.

“Much more potent,” Severus said. “Let’s order you one.” He signaled the barmaid and soon a flaming, literally, drink was plunked down in front of Brian.

“What the fuck!” Brian reacted.

“You’ve been saying that a lot since you got here,” Justin laughed.

“With good reason. How the fuck do you drink this?”

Severus waved his hand and the flames died down. “Try it,” he said.

Brian took a sip of the hot liquid. It packed a punch too, but it was smooth going down. “Not bad.”

They drank several more tankards of ale and Brian had another fire whiskey. They talked a lot, reminiscing about their first meeting and the time they spent together in Pittsburgh. It turned out to be a rather pleasant evening after the rocky start they had had. The liquor mellowed Severus and Brian, allowing them to talk with more equanimity. By the time they apparated back to Hogwarts, they were all a little tipsy, and Brian and Justin were very tired, nap or no nap.

“Good night,” Severus said in the front foyer. “I hope you sleep well.”

“You too, old buddy,” Brian said genially.

Instead of reacting to Brian’s use of the word old, Severus merely smiled and nodded. He made his way towards the steps that led down to his dungeon.

“I’ll see you both in the morning,” Harry said before following his lover.

“They’re very nice,” Justin said sleepily as Brian took his hand and they stepped onto the stairs.

“Stay awake. I have plans for you,” Brian warned. “I think I could get used to a staircase like this,” he added as the massive structure lifted them and turned so that it faced the door to Professor McGonagle’s rooms.

Justin giggled and let himself be led into the apartment and straight into the bedroom. Brian attacked Justin’s mouth as soon as they were inside the room. “Someone’s very horny,” Justin said when Brian finally let him breathe.

“I’m just getting my second wind.”

Justin found himself pushed back onto the big bed. His clothes were stripped off and Brian stood above him staring at the feast before him.

“You look good enough to eat,” Brian said with a feral grin.

“Then start the meal,” Justin gasped as Brian threw himself on top of his lover. The old bed let out an ungodly groan at the impact. “Be careful, Brian,” Justin gasped as he felt Brian’s fingers dig into his flesh and Brian’s mouth bit his neck.

“We slept on this bed earlier. It’ll be fine,” Brian replied before he continued his onslaught.

Brian’s mouth and fingers and cock were ravenous. He explored and ravaged every part of Justin’s body. When he finally entered his young lover, Brian groaned with satisfaction. He found his rhythm and pounded into his mate. Justin moaned and thrashed and egged Brian on. They were insatiable. The bed creaked and groaned at the powerful action occurring atop it.

Brian felt his balls draw up and he called out Justin’s name. With one final thrust he came hard and collapsed on top of his blond. The bed gave a mighty groan in response, and promptly fell apart. The foot board escaped from the moorings that held it in place. As it drew away from the main part of the bed, the mattress and railings hit the floor with a loud bang. Those on top of it dropped unceremoniously to the floor as well.

“What the fuck?” Brian demanded coming out of his post orgasmic haze.

“I think we broke the bed,” Justin managed to say.

“No shit, Sunshine!”

“What happened?” Severus asked as he and Harry appeared in the fireplace, two heads peering out at them.

“The wards in the room went off,” Harry explained as he and Severus became whole inside the room. The two men looked at the naked men on the broken bed.

“Enjoying the scenery?” Brian asked with a snort.

Justin pulled a sheet over himself. “I guess we got carried away,” he said lamely. “Sorry.”

“I’ll pay for the fucking bed,” Brian snapped.

“It’s irreplaceable,” Severus replied. “It’s a one of a kind antique.”

“Then why did you tell us to use it. Haven’t you got something … younger and stronger?” Brian demanded.

“You’d probably break it too,” Severus retorted.

“We’re really sorry,” Justin said. “Can we help to fix it … or something?”

“If you get up, I’ll fix it,” Harry replied.

“You just want to see my cock,” Brian said as he got up from the broken bed and stood naked looking at it.

“Brian!” Justin warned. “Don’t listen to him.” Justin wrapped the sheet around himself and stood up. “We are sorry.”

Harry waved his wand and muttered some words. The bed started to reform. In a few seconds it appeared just as it had the first time they walked into the room.

“That was … quite something,” Brian said in amazement.

“Try sleeping instead of whatever other activities you were engaged in,” Severus snapped in annoyance. “And you should be fine until morning,” he added.

“I don’t want to be fine until morning,” Brian said petulantly. “I’m ready to go home.”

“We just got here,” Justin protested.

“I’ve had enough. I want to be able to fuck and suck, when I want, and where I want. I want to go home where I can do that … now!”

“Brian…”

“Now!” Brian repeated.

“We’ll have to get our airline tickets changed and arrange to catch the train…”

“Can you send us back magically?” Brian asked Harry.

“I … I guess we could,” Harry said, “but the bed’s fixed. Why don’t you just stay?”

“Because I’ll fucking break it again. Just send me back.”

“Are you sure?” Harry asked.

“I’m sure.”

“I left something in your loft,” Harry said. “I think we can use that.”

“Do it,” Brian ordered.

“Don’t you want to get dressed first?” Severus asked.

“No.”

“Okay,” Harry said. “Take this and hold onto it.”

Justin and Brian held the small figurine that Harry handed them. Suddenly they felt themselves falling, and not in a good way.

“It’s been a blast,” Brian called before he disappeared.

With a sickening thud they landed on the hardwood floor of the loft some time later. Brian was still naked and Justin was wrapped in the sheet.

“That was fucking nauseating,” Brian groaned as he tried to sit up.

“Not something I care to do again,” Justin said swallowing hard and hoping nothing was going to come up.

“We’re home,” Brian said with a satisfied sigh. “It was worth it to get here so fast.”

“If you say so,” Justin replied trying to stand up. His legs were wobbly and his head was spinning.

“Stay put,” Brian ordered pulling Justin back down. “I’m going to fuck you right here on our own floor. And there’s no way we can break that.”

Justin laughed. “You really are incorrigible.”

“Of course I am. But I’m more incorrigible in my own loft.”

“Got that right.”

“Let’s stay here for the rest of our holiday,” Brian suggested.

“On the floor?”

“On the floor, in our bed, in the shower. We haven’t broken any of them yet, but we could try.”

“That sounds like a brilliant idea,” Justin laughed as he pulled Brian’s head down for a kiss.

Harry, Severus, Hogwarts, Hogsmeade and the Hogshead all faded into oblivion, as Brian and Justin lost themselves in each other, the way they always did.
 

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