Like Animals

Like Animals

I guess you could say they each represented a step of the evolutionary chain.

It wasn't exactly a perfect parallel, but there was a definite similarity. Well, she was called a toad enough for it to be true, and he was slimy and greasy and the lowest insect you're likely to meet, and she was a cat when she wasn't a human. It's not dog > cat > mouse, like it maybe could have been if the dog was alive and the mouse wasn't a death eater and there were any more morally challenged fanfic authors out there, but there was certainly a visible difference in the way three animals held themselves in the hierarchy of the animal kingdom.

Although in this context, the order is somewhat different. A cat is normally at the top, the one who can live inside, who can be waited on hand and foot even by humans, who chases toads and bugs and sometimes even eats them. But it was the other two animals that held all the power here.

That may have been because it was they who started it. It was almost an accident; but then again, things of this nature generally are. It had been one evening when she had gone to his office and asked if he had any veritaserum, and he said no, and she snarled and coughed in that way of hers and made all kinds of contemptuous noises and said you're lying, and without thinking he asked would you like me to make it up to you and later wondered what had driven him to say it, and she took it the wrong way, that is, the way he meant it, or at least the way he would have meant it if he had meant to say it at all, and it made her scowl again and stifle an outraged gasp, and she lifted her hand maybe, probably, to hit him although they would never know, and he grabbed her wrist and she pushed him away with her other hand even though she didn't want him any further away and he grabbed that wrist too and she snarled and they leaned forward and glared at each other and their noses maybe touched, or maybe they didn't (neither could remember it later) and maybe there was some impulse that traveled through his hands to her wrists, or maybe it went through the inches between two pairs of eyes, or it may even have been a coincidence that as they snarled and flared their lips out so the wet part showed they started saying their threats at the exact same instant and for some reason their lips just happened to brush, they were that bloody close together, or maybe nothing just happens, and even though it was quick you couldn't call it an innocent schoolyard kiss because it was an accident, maybe, and not dreamed about for days by cute little girls thinking about their awkward crushes, and it was angry instead of tentative or nervous, and most importantly, schoolyard kisses involve giggles and the chapped lip-glossy outside part of your lips and this was the soft, pink inner part that was kept slick for kissing, they thought, maybe, if they were thinking, and their lips were a little bit dry from being opened in a scowl and you know that when your lips are dry they stick together and it was like that then so this kiss was half an instant longer than accidental kisses normally are, and she snapped her teeth after that half an instant and grabbed his lapel, maybe to shake him or maybe because she wanted to swallow him whole, but the reason doesn't matter and what matters is that they were closer and when her teeth snapped and she tried to whisper bite me in her meanest voice she had caught his lips again and he willingly closed his mouth over hers and she bared her teeth and her knuckles were white from griping something so thin so tightly and he was squeezing so hard her wrists hurt and might maybe have bruises that no one would see and this time it was a real kiss, if not a very good one, because they were still so intent on being angry that they forgot to move their tongues, but that's not the point, and the point is that neither tried to stop and if they had, they wouldn't have been able to, and they were still so bent on hurting the other but neither was in a good position to do that, so they kept pushing and planting their feet in the floor and trying to make the other step back until they pushed so hard it had to turn into a good kiss.

And then he let go of her wrists and squeezed her waist and she didn't bother to gasp, only let go of his lapel and grabbed him too and it doesn't matter where only that they both wouldn't let go and before he knew it, because the instant between kissing and being undressed always goes in a blur, his zipper was open and his pants down and her robes were open and her skirt up and neither bothered to take off much more than that and he just pushed her back onto the desk and still wouldn't let go for fear she would fall back a half inch, and he wrapped one arm around her and used the other one to hold her down, not that she was doing anything but pull him down as well, while he got on top of her and they did the whole thing almost without thinking and it was only groans and gasps and push and harder and they forgot they were supposed to hate each other and they forgot to like each other and they just needed, and then, some time after they both got what they wanted and they were breathing hard she got scared for a second because that's not what was supposed to happen and he grudgingly let her get up and she went back to her office and he just stayed there still for a while because he didn't want to think and he was too much in shock, or some other feeling, (but not love) to grade papers.

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Not a lot of things are kept quiet at Hogwarts, but this is one of them. Graphic sex is something that just doesn't happen there, and if it does, the students never find out, and us writers are the only ones who know about it. But of course the next evening she remembered that he had lied to her about the veritaserum so she had to go back, because how could she not, but maybe this time she would just cut the crap and strip all his clothes off and forget the potion, which wasn't all that important anyway. Because she was restless, and a cock was a cock and he had a nice one and she hadn't gotten any since steadfast Fudge had gotten married.

And when she got there he was waiting because pussy was pussy and she was a hell of a resource and she was much closer, actually, than the witches in the rooms above the Hog's Head, which were, if you can keep a secret, the only ones he had ever had, and besides it was free and she had apparently liked it and she couldn't really do much if she didn't, and anyway, he had the inkling she'd come back.

So there they were and this evening they spent less time kissing and slightly more time disrobing, not that they cared what the other was wearing or how much flesh was visible, as long as it didn't obstruct (because there would be time for the hot and steamy aspect later after those pent-up hormones had dissipated), and as soon as it didn't they were at it again and didn't pay attention to details.

And that's when the problems started because the other she, the cat, wanted to talk to him about the students' NEWTs so she had showed up rather unexpectedly at his office and peeked in the doorway they had forgotten to close because who would walk past at this hour, anyway, and she was so shocked she just stood there, but even when the shock wore off she kept standing there and just looked because even though it was not for her to see and everything in her life had taught her that you were supposed to look the other way if you stumbled upon that, she couldn't help looking with wide eyes and she couldn't help not being angry and she hardly tried to stop herself from shifting her weight and opening her robes and fingering the plain dress she wore that she for an instant imagined was very soft and sheer and hoping for at least some sensation.

And it's amazing, and no one will ever know what made her break down to that level because she is The Regal Cat and is always uptight, always, and she never lets her face unwrinkle or even lets a hair fall out of its bun, ever, so no one can really say what made her stand there and watch, and more importantly, like it.

And most importantly, not blink when he looked up and saw her and then she saw her too, and the cat didn't leave but didn't go inside the office until the wind in the dungeons (it must have been the wind) blew the door shut quietly and he grabbed her as well (and later he never knew why because it was stupid and oh how much trouble he would be in and of course she wouldn't let him) because maybe there was some subconscious premonition or impulse or intuition that made him know she would do it, and she did.

First to unwind was her hair, one of them pulled out three pins and it all came tumbling down, a little bit blonde where it wasn't grey, and it released the tightness in her face, and for an instant if you stretched your imagination you could see her naked and singing with her head thrown back like a mermaid, (and maybe this cat liked water) and she really looked a good forty years younger and felt even younger than that.

So they rolled into one, the three of them, as they pulled bit licked tugged pushed screamed felt moaned grabbed came reached groped sighed moved fucked.

And no one knew what time it was when she left, or when the other she left, or when he went to bed, or if he knocked back a few first, or if, maybe, he sat out and watched the other two go at it. And probably not a lot of people noticed if they avoided eye contact at meals or if the toad gave less detentions or the insect was in a better mood than usual or if the cat overlooked missing homework.

And no one else in the building knew when or how often they went back and did it again and again and again.

But (believe me), go back they did.