It was both odd and kind of arousing to have a cute older girl with the best arse this side of the Scottish Highlands coaching him on the best girls to approach if he wanted to get his pecker wet.

All the while working out with him.

Admittedly the working out was a lot less intense than he'd been used to over the past week and they had to take frequent breaks because of Astoria's weirdly terrible endurance, but it was still quite the very appealing activity.

"Are you sure you're okay?" Faeran asked as he looked at the older, short girl. She was hunched over, hands on her thighs, face drenched with sweat as she panted deeply.

"Y-yeah…" Astoria replied through a deep heave, "This is normal for me…don't worry about it."

His brows furrowed.

That didn't make sense at all.

From what she'd told him before, Astoria had been working out for years. At the very least she'd been running like this for years and was at least well versed in basic calisthenics.

Even for a muggle that didn't have magic running through their body making their body physically superior like magical kind, this kind of work out for years should have resulted in much better endurance than what Astoria had.

Being a witch and doing it for years, she should have been capable of this much easily without even getting winded.

'What exactly is the condition she spoke about before?' he wondered.

Well, whatever he could figure that out later.

"Alright." he nodded, before walking over and wrapping an arm around her rather wide hips for her size and swung her up over his shoulder like a sack of potatoes.

"Ehh!? What are you doing Faeran?" Astoria squawked at the sudden action, her legs flailing.

"Calm down and catch your breath, I'm gonna make us a seat to rest on," Faeran rolled his eyes and pulled out his wand. He looked around for a moment, before his eyes landed on a rather large boulder at the side of the Black Lake they'd been jogging around, "That'll do."

He walked over and flicked his wand at it, "Inanimatus!" he chanted, a flicker of red light shooting from the tip of his wand and hitting the large boulder. And then the boulder shimmered like water before spreading out like dough under a rolling pin and morphing.

Until a second later, where there was a large boulder, now sat a stone bench big enough for three people sit on.

The Inanimatus spell was, for all intents and purposes a home decorating spell that could be used to change the shape of objects usually found in homes to redecorate.

Yes, a redecoration spell which was usually taught in 5th year.

His time in the DA had really enhanced his ability with casting magic by leagues and bounds. And with him now using potions like wit sharpening potions and memory enhancing potions, his rate of learning new spells had exploded massively.

He'd learned over ten different spells in the last week.

This was one of them.

Astoria stilled on his shoulder, "Furniture transfiguration already?" she stared, "We only just started learning that last week in my year. You really are stupid good for your age with magic."

Honestly it actually wasn't all that hard.

Compared to the Patronus, most magic he'd picked up lately was so incredibly simple.

"Also…you literally walked like three steps, what was the point of picking me up like this?" Astoria pouted.

He smirked and lowered her down to her feet, "Because I wanted to see how much effort I'd need to use to lift you," Faeran replied, "For future reference that is. And it turns out, not a lot. Beyond that massive arse of yours you're pretty much a feather." he added, before sitting down on the bench.

"Oi, watch it," Astoria narrowed her eyes, "I'll take the feather light, but It's not nice to make fun of my arse even if I was earlier. And why future reference?"

"Why'd you think?" his smirk broadened, "I did bring it up not long ago."

Astoria blinked, before giving him a weird look, "That shagging me thing? I thought we went over that, I'm lopsided as hell, nowhere near as stunning as my sister that you have a free shot at," she pointed out before shaking her head, "Honestly I thought you were joking."

How she came to that conclusion he didn't have. That arse was a fucking piece of art. "Fuck no," Faeran snorted, "You're just as crazy in your sister body wise."

A thought occurred then and his smirk turned into a teasing grin, "Honestly if you included yourself in that little deal with your sister, I'd take you up on that marriage offer right away," he said before shrugging, "Honestly I might have just been tempted from an offer of you alone. That arse is fucking crazy."

Astoria stared at him bemused, "…You actually like my oversized fat arse?" she asked, looking at him like he was the weird one.

…Was this just wizards sense of attraction. Or because it was the nineties? "You can't be telling me nobody has fired into you in your entire time here, never caught guys like me staring stupidly at your arse?" he asked in disbelief.

"Caught a few laughing at me, but no guy has asked me out since I started Hogwarts," Astoria shook her head, "Guess you're the weirdo."

….Fuck no he wasn't.

"No they're the damn weirdo's, how the other idiots here aren't trying to get you into bed is utterly stupid," Faeran scoffed, "You're cute, easy to talk to and have an arse out of this world, the wizarding world really is full of morons man."

Astoria shook her head, "So weird," she said yet there was a smile on her lips, "You're really not kidding?"

Faeran raised an eyebrow at her challengingly, before patting his lap, "You wanna sit down right here and I'll prove it to you?" he shot back.

"Out here? Where anyone could come by and see us?" Astoria challenged him right back.

"Like I'd care, in fact I'd be happy to brag about it," Faeran snorted, before bringing his wand up, "But if it's bothering you - Nebulus!" he jabbed his wand out, a white glow lighting up the tip of his wand.

And then fog started spraying out from the tip of his wand like a swirling wind and spread out across the area. In moments, a thick fog had encapsulated the entire area and more or less hid them from view.

"I didn't say it would bother me, I did tell you that you were quite the catch right even with you being younger," Astoria replied, before stepping forward towards him and boldly straddling him, staring down at him with a challenging tilt of her lips, "Well there you go, I'm sitting in your lap how are you going to prove it-"

She stopped, mouth hanging low as Faerans hands greedily filled themselves with handfuls of her backside.

And then with his grip on her arse, Faeran pulled her down into him, forcing her crotch to grind against his own while he leaned up and caught her lips with his own.

Astoria's eyes widened and a muffled sound came from her lips as his tongue slipped into her mouth and began wrestling her own into submission.

It took a few moments, before she sunk into it herself, her dainty arms coming up to wrap around his neck as she kissed him back, pressing her lips into his own with bruising force, her hips rolling against him as he greedily squeezed and groped her bodacious cheeks.

It took a good minute before they broke apart, Astoria panting deeply, cheeks flushed, "Okay…so you weren't kidding…" she gasped out, resting her forehead against his, lips puffy and bruising, "Wow…okay, so was not expecting that."

"It's weird to me to be honest how you don't get how shaggable you are," Faeran pointed out, "I wanna take you somewhere nice and private right now, strip you down and have you shake that fat arse for me before shagging you cross eyed."

Astoria swallowed heavily, "Wow…okay…wow," she panted out, then shook her head and a sigh leaving her mouth as she pulled back from him a bit, "I mean, if that's what it takes you get you to accept Daphne's offer. I was just gonna help you shag a few girls first to get it outta your system a bit before coming around to Daphne, but this could work better."

That was a weird reaction.

And weird priorities.

"You're really accepting of this," he noted suspiciously, "And like I said before, what if I wanted to marry you instead."
He didn't want to marry anyone right now and was mostly bringing it up to fish deeper into her and her sisters priorities, but it was still an odd…priority to focus on.

If he was such a catch that she admitted to and explained the reasons why they wanted him, then why didn't she want to take the role like her sister?

Astoria sighed, pulling her arms from around his shoulders and running one through her hair, "…I'm not really an option for marriage, for anybody really," she oddly admitted, "I said before about my condition yeah? And you probably already clocked on about my horrible stamina."

"Yeah it was pretty weird," Faeran nodded, "But how does this condition tie in to all this exactly?" he asked.

"I suppose there's no harm in admitting it, you'll find out if you accept to marry Daphne anyway," Astoria frowned, "It's a curse, a malediction blood curse to be exact. It was cast on my ancestor and appears sometimes in our family, I was unlucky enough to get it. We've tried for hundreds of years to get rid of it and no luck. But to sum it up, instead of my magic strengthening my body like normal for us witches and wizards, it weakens my body instead. The stronger my magic grows from age, the more weakened I get. To be honest, estimates say I probably won't reach twenty five and I'll never be able to have kids cuz my body isn't strong enough to handle it."

Oh.

That explained it.

And that was a real hella lot to digest at the moment. A malediction huh? He didn't know much about them. He'd only briefly seen some mentions of them in books about curses.

Cursing an entire bloodline though. That took an awful lot of power and skill. Who the hell did they piss off in the past? Herpo The Foul?

Something like this, would need the specific counter curse to the spell or a strong enough general counter spell to get rid of it.

"Have you tried Dumbledore?" he asked, horniness fading with the seriousness of the topic that sprung up.

"And have my family owe him and get roped into his side?" Astoria snorted, "And that's assuming he can actually do it in the first place. But as soon as we went to him, we'd be blood traitors to the other families siding with the Dark Lord."

Ah…

"And if you went to the Dark Lord, good bye neutrality and you'll be stuck under the heel of him and Death Eaters," Faeran noted in realisation, "Well, that's bollocks."

Even with his knowledge of the future and everything he had from the books. There was only a few things that came to mind. The Philosopher stone which was already destroyed.

And the Elder Wand.

It might just be strong enough for a standard counter spell to deal with it. But even that, that was a long shot from what he knew of maledictions.

…Maybe strengthening her body somehow?

But how?

Because if he really did accept Daphne's offer to marry into her family, he'd be expected to knock her up at some point. That was kind of the point of marriage to a degree.

So there would also be a chance of his descendants being troubled by the curse as well.

What a pain in the arse.

"Daphne will probably be cross at me for revealing this to you actually before she managed to well in her words, seduce you with her flawless beauty and get you so enamored you wouldn't care, but oh well," Astoria giggled, "Anyway wipe that frown of your face, it was fun until a minute ago and now it's too serious."

"…You don't seem all that bothered by this." Faeran raised an eyebrow. He didn't know how she could be so casual about such a thing. Wasn't she afraid of dying?

A pit had now formed in his stomach. She was basically on a clock right now that was ever so small and ticking down towards her end.

"I used to be," Astoria admitted, "Now, I've just decided to enjoy what time I do have and do my best stick around as long as possible. Which is why, you know I work out and all. It won't save me, but it might give me a few more years to enjoy my life to the fullest."

He clicked his tongue in annoyance.

…They'd only known each other a short while. But, he'd genuinely come to like Astoria. Her blunt way of talking with him, her casual demeanor, her easy way of talking and trying to play wingman for him.

And of course that crazy arse.

Hell, she couldn't even to enjoy her limited years in peace because of that tosser Voldemort running around and causing problems for her family as well. honestly, it was like the world was giving her one big 'fuck you' signal, a big bold middle finger.

And him by proxy as well.

That pissed him off.

Fucking annoying. He just wanted to shag some birds, have some fun and get strong enough to do what he wanted and not worry about Voldemort in the meantime.

If things played out Harry would deal with him anyway.

Hopefully.

…It did come down to an obscene amount of luck in the end to be honest.

But he could offset some of the bigger problems like finding the Horcruxes at least and leave Harry to deal with the rest if it came down to it.

And if he failed Faeran could always position himself in the meantime to be someone of note for Voldemort's side. It wouldn't be ideal, but it was better than dying.

…But reality was already telling him he couldn't have nice things.

Fuck reality.

"Personally I'd prefer you and this sexy fat arse of yours to stick around for a long time to come," Faeran said looking her in the eyes, and squeezing her full bouncy round arse through her joggers, enjoying the way her spine straightened and a breathy gasp left her pretty little pink lips, "So you can tell your sister this. I'll marry her if she wants, but only if I get to marry you to."

Nobody told him what to do.

There was nobody as petty and obstinate as him when it came to digging their feet in petulantly like a spoiled little brat.

It was obnoxious, it was foolhardy, it was reckless. But in this moment he decided.

Astoria was his.

Astoria felt…a little odd as she returned to the Slytherin common room after her work out with Faeran Shafiq.

There was a smile on her lips and a giddy feeling in her stomach. Tingly even. There was a spring in her step-

And she could still feel the phantom sensation of the younger boys lips crushing against her own, the feel of his tongue intertwined with hers, the taste of his minty fresh breath.

And the feeling of his strong nimble fingers sinking into the fat cheeks of her arse and greedily squeezing it to his desire.
As expected though, as the door shut closed behind her, she caught sight of her older sister lounging alone on one of the stylish black leather couches, a ledger draped over her knee.

No doubt from the family business.

She was supposed to use her time with Faeran this morning after all, steering him towards Daphne.

"Wotcher." she greeted her older sister, taking a seat beside her.

"Good morning," Daphne dipped her head, "So, how did it go?"

Straight to business as usual.

Ever predictable her sister was.

"About as expected…initially," Astoria shrugged, a lot happened that she hadn't predicted after all, "He's a guy, a young one at that. He balks at the idea of marriage and the responsibility, and it was easy to get him to admit he'd shag you rotten. But he didn't want to be tied down so early into his life, which is as expected, he grew up an orphan after all, no family expectations on him."

Well, again initially at least.

His demand for marrying Daphne was something alright. And it took a lot of effort not to giggle thinking about it.

She'd never met anyone like Faeran before.

Besides, it wasn't really expected for even them to be this invested in marriage at this point beyond any betrothals they'd maybe have. Daphne was just a weirdo with a lot of ambition and with the Dark Lord back, things were very dangerous for them.

It was skeevy, but needs must and all that.

"Well he obviously wants to shag me, he couldn't keep his eyes off of my tits," Daphne rolled her eyes, "Did you tell him he can shag me all he wants if he accepts the deal?"

And Faeran wondered why she was so accepting of his advances. Beyond her own situation, she'd been totally infected by her weirdo sister.

"Yeah and he was definitely tempted," Astoria shrugged and replied truthfully, but then what guy his age with a gorgeous older girl like her sister and her massive tits giving him the offer wouldn't be tempted? "But he more or less didn't want to just settle for one girl? He wants to bed a lot of girls like Bones and Granger and doesn't want to lose the chance by marrying you."

Daphne wrinkled her nose, "I don't see the appeal personally, I'm much better looking than those slags, but even then I don't really care, it's not like this is born from love and romance and all that nonsense," her older sister rolled her eyes, "If he wants to shag girls on the side or keep a few mistresses, I don't really care as long as he upholds his duties as my husband, in fact, considering it would give me more time to work on furthering the families business and power, it might even be preferable."

"I figured as much which is why I offered to help him bed Granger and Bones and whoever else caught his fancy," Astoria shrugged, "Honestly, I quite like him myself, compared to the people we deal with on average here in Slytherin, he was refreshing to be around."

Faeran was definitely fun. She wondered what else he got up to in his spare time besides working out and being horny.

Well, beyond obviously studying a lot of magic given the competency he'd displayed earlier.

"I'd hope so, if I do marry him you'll be spending a lot of time with him." Daphne smirked.

Actually, she'd be spending a whole lot of time more with him than she realised if Daphne accepted his offer. Personally, she would.

Even taking her bias into account, it was a good deal.

Because it wasn't like she'd really be around all that long in the grand scheme of things.

"Yeah about that," Astoria started running a hand through her hair, "He actually did give me a counter offer for well, the both of us. And if you agree he'll accept."

Daphne raised an eyebrow, "What? Does he want me to pimp out Tracey to him? Parkinson? I mean, I could, Tracey owes me a few favours and Parkinson's a dumb slag," she snorted, "Though if it's a demand to let him shag me before anything official is down, no deal."

"Close but not quite," Astoria snorted herself, "More or less, he said he'll only accept if both of us marry him."

Daphne's head tilted to the side and confusion shone in her eyes, "Marry…both me and you?" she asked, befuddled.

She could understand her confusion.

Between the choice of her older, gorgeous sister with her voluptuous hourglass figure. Versus the choice of her, the plain faced little sister, with a very limited life span and with the figure of an over sized overly ripe pear.

Then the choice should be obvious.

…To anyone not named Faeran Shafiq at least.

"An odd…request," Daphne finally settled on, "But, not hard to do assuming you agree."

"I'm fine with it." Astoria shrugged.

Very fine with it actually. If it wasn't for the situation and Faeran being oddly impassioned after their little chat about something she wasn't sure, she'd probably be up in the Ravenclaw boys dorm right now getting that close personal tour of his bed he offered before.

"Very well, I'll go owl father now then to prepare the official documents for an engagement." Daphne smiled, pleased with herself and stood up, smoothing out her jumper and skirt, before quickly bidding her goodbye and leaving the Slytherin common room behind.

She was going to give father a heart attack one of these days with her silly schemes.

…She didn't even get to report the changes physically she'd noted Faeran had went through over the week. Like his noticeable increase in muscle mass. And the advanced displays of magic he showed off like nothing.

That mist conjuring charm for instance, if she wasn't wrong that was a more advanced version of the smokescreen charm they learned in first year.

'Well whatever.' Astoria sighed and stood up, making her way towards her dorm room. She needed to get changed out of her sweaty work out clothes.

…And she wanted to go through some other articles of clothing she wore. Like an old tiny pair of pink shorts she had that she'd outgrown.

If he liked it that much after all, she'd give see about giving him a show he'd love to see.

He could be clapping some fat, bodacious juicy arse cheeks right now. He could be listening to the cute Astoria squeal his name as he railed her from behind and made those cheeks jiggle.

Granted, he could have been shagging Daphne days ago if he really wanted as well.

Alas, even though he really wanted to graduate from his virginity in this world, somethings were more important.
For the moment.

'I can get both anyway this way.' Faeran thought resolutely as he he paced up and down in front of a blank wall on the seventh floor of the Hogwarts castle.

'I need a lost time turner.'

'I need a lost time turner.'

'I need a lost time turner.'

There was so much to do as well. Which was why right now, he was placing his hopes in the Room of Requirement to give what he needed.

Assuming he was lucky enough one was in the castle at all.

He was being reckless, stupid and gung ho in wanting to save Astoria. Of accepting marrying Daphne if he could marry Astoria as well. He knew how god awful stupid he was being.

But the greatest motivation of man, beyond pussy.

Was pettiness.

And he was feeling mighty petty.

The problem however though, was the sheer lack of time to put that pettiness to good use. After all, the main person who he could think of that could save Astoria.

Was Dumebledore.

But he didn't look at Dumbledore at meal times, nor Snape. Because he couldn't risk them infiltrating his thoughts.

He'd been working on it, but it was slow going.

Becoming an occlumens.

But beyond even that, assuming Dumebledore could do it or not. He would still need to be able to hide his thoughts from the man to even approach him lest he rip all his information straight from his head.

And if he couldn't do it, then it was up to Faeran himself to do it. And to do so, he'd need learn a lot more about magic.
…And in the future he'd need to fuck up Draco Malfoy before Harry did so he could claim ownership of the Elder Wand if he couldn't do it with his own power.

And of course he needed to keep his grind going as well to build his peak physical body.

In conclusion, he had so much to do and not enough time to do it.

But a time turner would change all that.

As he finished pacing up and down three times, Faeran came to a stop and stared at the wall with baited breath.

For a moment, nothing happened and disappointment filled his stomach, a sigh of frustration leaving him-

And then a door shimmered and appeared on the wall.

But wasn't like any door he'd ever seen before.

It was black and made up of criss crossing veins of black metal that ran passed each other in patterns that had to be dozens, if not hundreds or thousands of times.

"The hell?" Faeran stared at the weird door for a moment.

Before deciding fuck it.

He grasped the door knob, or well, what seemed to be the door knob but was more twisted black metal jutting out of the wall and pulled it open.

And as he stepped inside, the door closing automatically behind him, he stopped.

And he stared at what he saw.

"…What the absolute fuck?" he gaped

He found himself stepping into an absolutely massive, ornately decorated room. Crimson red banners of gryffirndor hung from the ceiling alongside glinting golden chandeliers.

A line of golden potion stations sat in the middle of the room on one side of a large red gryffindor rug, while on the opposite side of the carpet sat what appeared to be herbology stations of the same ornate gold.

Staring back at him from the other side of the room, was a golden archway, with a beautiful glass entranceway, large gnarled trees twisting around each side of the arch and framing it, while a large majestic golden clock sat at the very top.

And through the door, he could see what appeared to be the makings of a massive grass land.

Twin staircases dotted both far sides of the room, leading up to two other glowing arch's, while what appeared to be an office space sat at the very end atop the stairs behind the very first arch.

"…What the hell is this place?" Faeran gaped as he slowly looked around the place.

his feet carried him up the stairs towards the office space, a large ornate mahogany desk with a large comfortable arm chair and framed by two bookcases filled to the brim with thick tomes, and behind it, on the wall appeared to be a large painting of an unfamiliar teenager.

And it was there he saw it.

A glinting golden encased time turner sitting right in the middle of the desk.

Well, whatever this place was, it didn't matter right now. As wondrous and amazing as it seemed, and those thick tomes in the bookcases were mighty tempting to browse through right now.

What he came for was sitting right in front of him.

He snatched the time turner up and put it around his neck.

He could come back here later.

But the grind could never wait.

And here we be back with the paltry chapter of number pumber lumber five diddly ive. Five.

Yeah, it's been a real while with this story huh? Honestly it was just a case of bad timing really. I was hyped for it because of Hogwarts Legacy and that, started it all then, was playing Hogwarts Legacy and then right in the middle, took my dog to the vet and found out he had cancer and all that, and well most of you probably already know how that turned out in the end. But yeah, literally 9 months later, I still haven't completed Hogwarts Legacy. I just idly started playing it again the other night, getting used to the controls and plot of it again and decided to get some writing for it done and all that.

Well beyond that, if you guys wanna read ahead, chapter six is already more or less up on the Pa-atreon alongside the next chapters of Jordinio Version, Systematic Shinobi, Mayhem and a few other things. And that'll do it for now, there's really not much to go into about this chapter. After all, it explains itself pretty well. Astoria's fat arse, that is all.

Anyway, again, shameless Pa-atreon plug. I've got one, go by the same username on there, easy to find and all that jazz. Support me if you want, it'd be swell, but don't feel pressured lads and ladies, I'll be uploading my stuff outside it regardless and not keeping it all behind a paywall or anything like that.