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“Rightfully so.” I spoke, smiling in a daze as I glanced over every one of Peter’s facial features. His blonde hair which dusted against his forehead, the way his eyelashes lifted up to his eyebrows, the way his pupils dilated as we made eye contact.

“Keep this up and you’ll fail the quiz.” Peter tutted in mimic. He shook his head sarcastically with a smile that never seemed to dawn.

“Worth it.” I shrugged, but still I broke the stare and looked back down at the quill in my hands.

Silence went on for a few minutes, surprisingly so with Peter who, with the least offense, is quite the chatter box of a boy sitting next to me.

“Zach.” He broke the silence.

Shocker.

“Peter?” I replied, putting the quill down to look at the blonde boy. His right leg rested on top of mine, and our shoes clanked together.

“You know I like you, right?” Peter looked down at our entangled limbs, not once looking up to see me staring.

“You’ve made that quite obvious yes.” I laughed at the end of my sentence, looking down at the suddenly shy boy.

“Good. Thats good.” Peters fingers fidgeted, something he commonly did in class. “Its just…I didn’t want you to think I was just your friend.” Peter trailed, trying to explain his thoughts but was simply making no sense.

“Were not friends?” I scoffed in disbelief.

“No! Y-yes. Yes we are. But I don’t wanna be.” Peter panicked, taking a breath before trailing on once more, leaving my brain in a spiral.

“Peter. You’re talking shit out of your arse.” I laughed once more, turning my entire body to face him, letting him know he has my full attention after placing my studies down.

“Yeah, I’m aware.” Peter’s head leaned back against the shelf behind us, eyes open staring at the ceiling. His lips in one thin line after sighing difficulty.

I looked at the pretty boy, squinting in confusion. Peter wasn’t the one to me a nervous mess. He was upbeat and carefree.

I took his fidgeting hand into mine, separating his tightly pressed fingers into a loose grasp. His hand did loosen up as I held it, stroking his palm in a light touch.

“I like you Peter.” I told him, finding the words had just spilled out with much more meaning than previously intended.

He picked his head up from the shelf, and finally moved his gaze to mine. His face dropped in seriousness as if he had been waiting for those words.

“Good. Thats good.” Peter muttered in a low whisper before placing his hands on my shoulders carefully, and encouragingly slow.

I wasn’t sure what he was doing at first, seeing as his sweaty palm rested on my shoulders in no obvious purpose. But when the pretty boy glanced down to my lips and back towards my eyes, I knew what he wanted. I watched as he tried building up the courage to lean in.

Instead, I did the hard part for him. ‘Don’t think too much about it’ I told myself before leaning all the way in, bringing our faces together in order to lock lips. His eyes closed before mine did, and I watched his long lashes flutter against his cheeks.

Our lips touched in a soft, nervous motion. Peters hands gripped at my shirt, fisting the material between his hands as he leaned further into the kiss. He kissed me deeply, adding his tongue in the mix.

I felt the way his breathing tickled my lips as he gasped for air through his nose, seeing as I had claimed his lips. My hands moved on their own control, fingers wrapping around the empty belt loops of his jeans.

Within a few more seconds, I realized this was my first kiss with a boy. I had absolutely zero experience with guys. I wanted this, don’t get me wrong, but I was starting to panic in the moment.

I pulled away breathless, letting go of Peter completely. I stared at the ground for a second, trying desperately to gather my thoughts. But I couldn’t think straight.

“Whats wrong?” Peter voiced, quivering in anxiety.

I looked back at Peter, seeing the pretty boy’s lips all red and swollen from me. That should have convinced me to lean back in, but it didn’t. If anything it knocked me unconscious filling my vision with the thought of my dad witnessing this.

And so I ran away from the pretty boy, guilt filling me to the surface and all but drowning me completely. The feeling of his lips remained, that was torture.

No labels, no feelings, no heart break. What more could you ask for? Although somedays, it was hell. Some cute Slytherin boy grew interest in me and Regulus would scare him off, claiming the git wasn’t good enough for me before wrapping his arm around my shoulder.

In all reality I didn’t think Regulus was particularly good for me. Suppose I knew that this relationship was inevitably bad and would only end terribly, but I also knew that I could never let it go.

Not that he would let me. He’s got his fingers wrapped around me, commanding my every move. It wasn’t always like this, but when people leave, you can’t risk anyone else slipping away abruptly. And so I don’t blame him.

I don’t blame him for getting mad when I hang around someone else- other guys. I don’t blame him for taking it out on me when his brother didn’t respond to his letters. I don’t blame him for claiming he likes me one day and then I see him kissing other girls the next.

I understand him better than he does himself. I know how his mind works, how he reacts, how he loves. Regulus is fragile, but wouldn’t let anyone see beneath his presumed strength. It just so happened that I’m excellent at seeing right through the barriers he produces self consciously.

“I know you Reg.” I told him, letting the real meaning to the words sink into his thick head.

“What does that even mean?” Regulus flared, scoffing as he paced around his dormitory in which we stood in.

“It means that I know how badly this is hurting you.” I explained, gesturing to the multiple unopened letters that held ‘return to sender’ stamped on front in red.

Regulus scoffed once more, denying feelings as per usual. “Th-this means nothing.” He shook his head pathetically, knowing his eyes grew red from holding tears in.

“He didn’t even open them.” I rubbed it in, knowing exactly what I was doing. He needed this. Needed me to break him down all for the better.

“I don’t care.” Regulus returned, staring at the dark wood floor in concentration, biting his lip enough to draw blood.

“Neither does he.” I remarked, wanting to shout at the broken boy for believing so whole heartedly in the pureness of his big brother.

“Shut up Kat! You don’t know jack shit.” Regulus yelled out across the room, refusing to accept what he already knew.

“Stop pretending that Sirius didn’t leave you.” I told him, watching his eyes flicker around the room desperately. “Because he did. He left without giving two shits about you, and he’s not coming back.” I pushed, growing frustrated with his denial. “Your brother isn’t coming back Reg.”

And finally, I watched carefully as Regulus began to break, allowing the reality of his childhood sink in. I watched as his eyelids drooped, as they grew heavy with tears. I watched as he hunched over, as if in pain. I watched as his eyes flickered to mine, begging me to do something.

I pulled him into me, grasping at his broad shoulders. His arms wrapped fragilely around my waist, placing his fingertips on my skin. His face dug into my shoulder, letting his heavy sobs loose into my support.

“Shh, you’re okay. You’re okay, I promise.” I whispered in his ear, barely being heard above his cries.

Believe it or not, this happens all the time. Regulus blocks out all the love he gives his brother and the pain he receives in return, resulting in the strong void of a boy to depend on me to break the walls back down again.

He asked me once, asked me if I would break the walls. He doesn’t mean to place them there, they rise automatically. I usually notice when he builds them, which probably makes me a bad person for not stopping him right away.

We were perfect for all the reasons we shouldn’t be. We were nowhere near exclusive, yet we cared about each other as if we were- as if we were in love. I’m never aloud to grow jealous when Regulus flirts his dick off, yet I can’t be caught in the same room alone with another boy. He’s possessive if anything, and it leads to great sex; perfect.

My back slammed up against the tiles of the shower, creating a sore ache beneath my skin in which I relished in.

Reg’s hands were roaming my body, trying to feel every part of my skin underneath the water. I held myself up with my legs wrapped around Regulus’s nude body, grinding onto the skin above his dick- desperate to feel something.

Reg laughed lowly at my body movement, but only pushed me harder into the wall, resulting in a high pitched moan from me as I got myself off on his lower stomach.

“Merlin I just want you on my cock.” Regulus moaned in my ear, pushing his head into my neck as he said this.

“Reg- please I want you inside me.” I moaned, shamelessly begging for him to fuck me.

Regulus groaned at my words, pulling away just for a second in order to align his dick with my opening. He made sure our eyes were locked on each other’s as he pushed himself all the way in, pulling my ass forward to meet his thrusts.

His fingernails dug into my skin as he pulled me forward, leaving red -half circle like- marks. The sound of our skin clapping together was heard above the hot water spraying against the tiles.

My hands gripped his ling black hair, pulling at the exact strength I knew he liked. Just as I thought, he moaned into my skin as I tugged a bit harder.

Merlin I love his voice.

“Go harder, Reg.” I told him, strength in my voice as I told him what to do. Although he didn’t like that. He didn’t like me being in charge, ever.

He pulled away slightly, stopping his movements inside of me. He looked me dead in the eye, grabbing my chin with his fingers to hold it in place.

“Thats not how this works, baby.” He tutted, letting go of my chin with one harsh grip. With fast moments, he pushed hard into me, nearly knocking the wind out of me.

“That what you want?” Regulus asked teasingly, holding himself up with his hand against the shower wall beside me.

“Mmm y-yes.” I answered, throwing my head back behind me as I relished in the harsh movements and pounding aches.

“Yeah. You like it rough, don’t you baby?” Regulus smiled, biting harshly against the skin on my neck.

I loved it. I loved the hard, rough, fast sex. The ones that made me hurt all before giving me the perfect orgasm. Regulus could give me that. And he did, multiple times.

We were great together. We functioned at the same heartbeat. He needed me to lift him back up, and I think I needed him to fill the gap in my heart. To warm it up whilst I waited for the right one.

Simply because Regulus was never the right one. He’s never going to be.

This wasn’t perfect. Nowhere near it in fact. This was messy and complicated and cruel. This never should have happened, it only resulted in everything I had been running from.

Why did the reality of things have to catch up with me so soon? Why couldn’t I stay in the complete bliss of thinking this was perfect?

My definition of perfect is in shambles. I feel as if everything I’ve known is being torn to pieces. I feel empty, unreal.

Perfect is bullshit. Its not real. Its something children seek out to hide from nightmares. It exists only in fantasies and dream realities. Its a cruel description of longing for something.

Perfect played me, it tricked me into thinking I could see it. Its like an imaginary friend, when you grow up, you realize eventually that none of it was real.

I loved him still, despite my newfound knowledge of the word. I suppose it’s time for me to grow up however. Acknowledge that I’ll only ever see Regulus in my dreams. Or in nightmares- detailed visions of the way he died.

Its better this way, for the both of us. I get to move on, and Reg gets a break from all of the sad he’s only ever felt in his life.

I still like to imagine he loved me too.

“These ones…” She picked up the small rock in her delicate fingers. “…have healing properti-es.” Luna cooed, placing them back in his hands.

Theo laughed out loud, looking down at what he held. “I don’t believe that for even a second.” He said, leaning back against the headboard before placing the crystals back on the ledge of the window.

Luna didn’t let that get to her, even as she pulled away a bit, giving space between the two of them on the bed.

“You don’t have to.” Luna shrugged with a careless smile, picking on of the larger crystals up.

“This one-“ Luna started, simply not caring of Theo’s said disbelief. She knew he was still intrigued either way. “-uses energy to relive tension.”

Theo smiled at the pale girl as she ran the crystal over his bare chest, and sculpted shoulders, humming to herself as she looked his form over.

He brought his hand around her, pulling her in closer to him, relieving himself of the previous separation. Luna sat with her knees pulled underneath her, mostly leaning against his open arm for some kind of comfort for the both of them.

Theo paid close attention to the way the rock made irritated lines against his skin where she ran it over. He didn’t feel like his ‘tension was relieved’, however, he liked the feeling.

It reminded him all to well of the feeling of her nails roaming on his skin. Pulling, and scratch-ing at his back desperately as he pounded inside her. The feeling of blood dripping down his skin as she pulsated around his already throbbing cock.

Of how he would constantly admire the red lines across his toned chest and muscular back, made by his sweet and innocent girl.

“Theo?” Lunas soft voice sent a small shiver down his upper exposed body as she knocked him out of his ongoing, inappropriate thoughts.

“Mhm?.” He mumbled as a reply, eyes snapping up to hers.

“Am I boring you?” She chuckled, feeling a bit insecure as she realized she had gotten a bit carried away with her interests.

“You? Bore me?” Theo gasped over exagger-ating it. “Neva.” He smiled, leaning in for a quick peck upon her soft lips.

Luna blushed terribly, bringing his hand in her lap, playing self consciously with his fingers. Theo noticed this, something she often did when she felt insecure.

He had previously known the twirly girl as simply unbothered. He heard the names she would get called, and watched as she pranced away almost proud. It wasn’t until they had been long into their relationship did he start noticing all of her insecurities. Every time she tried laughing off the nicknames, he saw how she bite her lip cutely, looking down at her hands as she rethought herself.

He tried as hard as he could to notice every single one and reassure her every time that she was perfect, although he often missed a few.

“Tell me about…this one.” Theo said, picking up another one of her beloved crystals, encouraging her to indulge him in her quirks.

He saw the smile on her face widen, as she looked back up at him, letting go of his fingers and she kissed his cheek silently.

Luna talked for what felt like hours about each individual crystal rock as Theo played shamelessly with the hem of her shirt, dazedly slipping his fingers underneath it to caress her warm skin.

Every once in a while, he would nod or ask questions or make some corny comment about how she was prettier than any magic rock, as he put it.

“What about that one?” Theo asked, pointing to a bigger one sat on top of a novel.

Luna looked over to where he had pointed to, seeing a pinkish color tint to the crystal she recognized. She reached over Theo, brushing her entire body against his thighs, grabbing the crystal in her hands before sitting back down next to him.

“This one, when used properly, can influence feelings such as love or lust.” Luna hummed out, not giving her words a second thought as she set it down on the bed.

Theo was gaping at her words, stuttering his words together in his dry mouth. He looked at her wide eyed, switching his glance from her to the crystal sitting near him. Luna seemed unbothered as she traced the outline of his knuckles lovingly.

“Oh joy.” Theo swallowed, sarcastically muttering as he choked on words, picking the rock up.

Luna simply nodded as an answer, tracing his hand again.

“My favorite one is this.” Luna told him, picking up a smaller green one in her hands.

Theo stared at it with her, not seeing anything but the marks it would leave on both their bodies. His mouth watered at the thought of dragging the sharp edged crystal across his delicate girlfriends smooth and fair skin.

Pleasure and pain was always the best combo, in fact, it was Theo’s favorite. He thought deeper about the pain, relishing in the pleasure, focusing on what he’d do to her right now if he’d have his way.

He wanted to make his running thoughts and fantasies come real. His pants tightened in agreement.

With his right hand, Theo took Luna by the waist, lifting her to sit on top of his lap, straddling his waist with her legs. Luna gasped quietly at the sudden movement, adjusting herself on top of him, staring into his eyes.

“I like the way that one feels.” Theo whispered, gesturing to the crystal still held in her hands.

“How it feels?” Luna questioned, confused as he licked his lips seductively, tightening his grip on her waist.

“When you drag it against my skin.” Theo smirked, pulling her closer to him, feeling more needy then ever as he wanted her flush against his body.

“Like this?” Luna glinted, toying with him as she absentmindedly dragged the small crystal in her hand against his chest, all the way down to his v-line in between them.

“Mmm.” Theo moaned, burrowing his face in the crook of her neck, kissing quiet pecks to her skin.

Luna continued her work against his skin, enjoying the soft touches she received in contradiction to the painful scratches he did.

“More, Luna.” He hummed out her name delicately on his lips, pleading for more of the burning sensation going through him.

Luma complied, letting Theo lean forward into her as she drug the crystal across his back, putting more pressure into each line she drew across his skin.

“Like that?” Luna asked innocently, gasping when Theo tugged her hips forward to grind against his own.

“Yes.” Theo whispered, continuing his attack on her neck.

The sensation coming from each painful scratch commanded by his delicate flower, along with every sinful grind of her- before him, innocent- hips onto his was enough to send Theo straight to the edge, begging him to see this though to the end.

Theo sucked harder on her neck, leaving purple marks he knew she would complain about. The harder he sucked, the harder Luna would dig the crystal into him, gasping when a few moans came from Theo’s mouth as she did so.

It was no shock to Luna that Theo enjoyed the combination of pain to pleasure, he often encouraged her to scratch and nail at him. And she loved it. She loved watching him moan and whimper underneath her doing.

At first, she was frightened that she would hurt him. He was so delicate in her eyes, she couldn’t want to hurt him even if it was for pleasure.

Although he would often remind her, ‘It doesn’t hurt, love. I like it.’ He would tell her, reassuring her plummeting doubts.

And so, she didn’t hold back when creating a near perfect picture on Theo’s back out of red slashes. She focused on making a heart shape along his back, putting or taking away the same amount of pressure he controlled on her neck.

It was like she was responding to his movements, letting him command her. They were in sync, paying attention to every touch they left on each others body.

Theo became a bit grabby, desperate to feel her skin against his. He slipped his hands inside her shirt, leaving white imprints on her warm skin. His finger tips grazed over her nipples, flinching back slightly at the shocked loss of contact with a bra.

Theo snickered at this, letting his hands tear the useless fabric away so he could see her bare breasts decorated with hard pink nipples that were made solely for his mouth.

Luna reached her arms up, letting his desperate touches do as they pleased. She watched as Theo’s eyes lit up at her body as if he’s never seen her before. As if he hadn’t just filled her up with his cum this morning.

Sex addict. Luna scoffed to herself.

Snapping out of his stare, he moved his head to dip down to her chest, kissing along the top of her boobs. Luna giggled lightly from the ticklish light kisses her boyfriend left along her skin.

“I wanna taste you, my sweet girl.” Theo purred against her skin, begging to pleasure her.

All Luna could do was moan in agreement, completely lost in his touch, in his voice, in his throbbing erection which poked at her core through his pants.

Theo carefully picked her up in his lap, turning over to place her back on the bed, with him hovering above her fragile.

Luna’s fingers grasped at the back of his hair, yanking him dominantly down to her face, immediately bringing their lips together in a rushed fight of their tongues.

Theo’s hands took him elsewhere, running down her bare chest, touching delicately at her ribs leaving a sensitive butterfly effect in her stomach.

His hands found their way to the waistband of her shorts, and he slid his fingertips in automatically, almost rushing to pull them down.

Their lips pulled apart, leaving them both gasping for air, as Theo sat up on his knees, sliding Luna’s shorts down her legs before throwing them mindlessly on the floor.

He stopped for a second, slowing down his previously rushing movements to simply stare at the body of the girl he loved shamelessly.

Luna bit her lip under his intense stare feeling the slightest bit insecure. But as he only stared along her body, flicking up and down around her small non existent curves, her breasts which laid imperfectly to the side, her legs which he ran carful hands up and down mindlessly as he was in a daze, he stared at her like she was perfect.

And to him she was.

Luna got tired of the staring, wanting to feel him now. Wanting to touch instead of look, she reached up grabbing Theo’s necklace he wore around his neck to yank him down to her.

She saw the smirk settle on his face as he fell on top of her, catching himself with his hand by her head. But, he still stared. At her face this time, eyes blinking at every freckle.

“Kiss me, you twat.” Luna scoffed, waiting for him to make movement.

Theo nodded breathlessly, leaning slowly in as to tease her. He licked his lips, finally catching her breath with a slow desperate kiss, giving her what she had been pleading for.

Their tongues lapped together, sucking tenderly at each other with a desperate sensation that seemed to occur every time.

Luna moaned against his mouth when Theo’s hands found the top of her underwear, slipping his fingers inside cautiously.

He pulled apart from her mouth, immediately kissing down her neck as to never loose the contact his tongue held. He shuddered against her as Luna’s fingers tugged at the back of his hair.

“Do that again.” He murmured quietly against her skin, moaning as she tugged harder this time.

Luna whimpered as Theo’s exploring tongue came in contact with the top of her panties. He kissed her clothed clit, pushing her legs away to kiss around her thighs.

After leaving a mark he would relish on later, he pressed another lingering kiss to her core, laughing at the way she whimpered so shamelessly.

He proceeded to leave another purple mark along her thighs, sucking harshly on her skin which by now had been covered with bruises from his tongue.

“Theo.” Luna complained as he pressed one more light and unfulfilling kiss to her middle.

“Yes love?” Theo smirked, playing innocent as he kissed down her hip bone.

Luna tugged desperately at his hair, pushing his face into her. Theo complied, quickly pulling her underwear off in one harsh pull that left Luna feeling excited.

Theo had no more patience for the girl, he wanted to taste her as he said he would. So, he licked a strip up her wet folds, having to hold her legs down as they threatened to tighten around his head.

His fingers made white imprints in the girls pale skin, as he sucked feverishly on her clit, enjoying the way she squirmed and moaned underneath his hold.

He took his right hand off her thigh, getting his two fingers ready. He brought them to his mouth first, lapping his fingers in his spit as he focused on the image of her red pussy in front of him.

Finally, he entered his two fingers into her pussy, almost letting a moan slip through at the feeling of how tight she is.

Luna moaned, squirming once more as Theo thrusted his fingers in and out of her, continuing to lap her clit with his tongue.

He curled his fingers inside her, hitting every spot he knew she loved. He sucked tenderly on her clit, moving at a different speed then his fingers did.

She loved every thing he did to her, she wanted more. She wanted to feel him inside of her, to feel his hot cum poor down her legs.

She wanted to feel the mixture of pain to pleasure as he did. She wanted to know how it felt, to know what it would be like to be bleeding by the very hand of Theo whilst simultaneously being eaten out by his tongue.

“Th- Theo.” Luna moaned uncontrollably.

Theo continued his actions, enjoying the way she moaned his name. Marveling in it, actually. He flicked his tongue at her, tasting her sweet juices.

“I-I want you to do what I did to you.” Luna shyly muttered, thinking sinfully of all the ways he could ruin her.

At those words, Theo paused, picking his head up to question her with his eyes. “Do what darling?” He asked, full focus on her as his fingers stayed in place, enjoying the way she pulsed around him.

Luna huffed, having to explain herself. “Make me bleed, love.” She begged, picking up the sharp crystal she used on him and held it out for him to take.

Theo smirked realizing what she wanted. He took his clean hand and grabbed the crystal from her, staring at her unmarked body excitedly.

“Have I rubbed off on you?” Theo teased, referring to the way his innocent girl was reconstructed into a whore just as much as him.

“I wanna know how it feels.” Luna moaned desperately, squirming for some sort of touch wether it be harsh or caring.

Theo sat up holding himself up with his arms on either side of her waist, still in between her legs. “Alright…you’ll tell me to stop?” He asked worriedly, but internally fluttering between his fantasies .

“I won’t want you to.” Luna replied in a breath, holding eye contact with the boy between her legs.

Theo smirked at the girl, knowing he’d stop immediately if she didn’t like it, although he couldn’t deny he didn’t want this as well.

So, he twisted the crystal in his hand a moment, taking the sharpest side to her skin. He drew one cautious and slow line down her stomach, right down the middle.

It wasn’t nearly enough pressure to draw blood, only leaning a pink line that burned in the cold air.

Luna loved it. She loved the way he made her feel in every way. She loved the way he exposed her innocence and vulnerability and taught her how to be more confident and daring. The same way she taught him how to not be such an ass.

Theo stared carefully at the girl, watching the way her body reacted to the cut, and the way her face contorted into a pure look of awe.

He continued, seeing the look in her eyes, and made another scratch next to the previous one. Her hands curled around the sheets, gripping them tightly between her fingertips.

Theo went down on her once more, finding her clit with his tongue again. His free hand went back to fingering her, spreading her wetness around.

“Oh god- Theo!” Luna moaned, her head falling back onto the pillow as he continued drawing lines with the sharp edge of the crystal, all while sucking on her clit with excitement.

His fingers thrusted in and out of her harder, as did her put more pressure into the crystal gliding down her stomach. She winced quietly as she a drop of blood appear on freshly carved the line.

Theo stopped immediately, pulling away to look at her, checking to make sure he didn’t hurt her. He wanted to not care, to go as rough as he wanted and enjoy the whimpers. But, the girl had made him worry entirely too much about her in their time together.

“Don’t stop.” Luna whined, getting annoyed with the pause.

“Put your hands on me love.” Theo told her, his words coming out quieter than anticipated.

Luna did as she was told, putting one hand in Theo’s thick hair, wrapping her fingers around his locks, and the other on his shoulder, feeling tenderly at his muscle.

“You control me this time…” Theo said, giving a small kiss to her clit.

Luna nodded, knowing exactly what he was referring to. And so, after Theo repeated his actions in swirling his tongue on her clit, the sharp edge found its impact on her skin once more.

She dug her fingernails into his shoulder, encouraging him to press harder into her. And he did, drawing one deep slow line down her stomach.

Theo focused solely on getting a rise out of her, doing everything he could to her pussy. He enjoyed the sweet taste on his tongue, the way her legs quivered around him, the way she would clench around his fingers.

Luna watched a small, thin, line of blood drip down her pale skin, sending her over the edge as all she could think about was how good she felt in contrast to the blood.

She moaned loudly, filling the air as her legs shook, threatening to close around his head. Theo only sucked harder as he felt her high coming near. He dropped the crystal to the bed, focusing on getting her to the orgasm she deserved.

“Don’t stop.” Luna breathed, nailing at the skin on his shoulder.

After several loud moans of his name, she felt the bubble that began to rise in her stomach pop. Her legs shook in after shock as Theo pulled away with a devilish smirk.

He pulled his fingers out, licking them greedily like it were a treat. Then, upon staring at her upper half, which seemed to rise and fall in pattern as she caught her breath, he noticed the several pinkish red lines glinting in the light.

Licking his lips once, his eyes made contact with her own as he licked a warm strip up her stomach, cleaning up the bit of blood that had spilled.

Luna almost moaned while looking down at him.

“Ah, welcome Miranda.” Mr. Parkinson sighed, greeting my Mother, with the fakest smile I had ever seen. I imagine he’s had practice at faking, but I’ve seen way too many to be fooled.

The scenery wasn’t anything I hadn’t seen before, although thats the first thing my Mother complimented as we walked in.

The same bullshit decorations were hung across the walls, with the same- smaller than a strawberry- sized portions, with the same snobby rich pureblood wizards; all here to brag about which of them is more snobby and more rich.

Although, I did notice a bar towards the back of the room, thats new. I reckon a couple shots of whatever the hell I can get, underage, will do just fine.

I eyed that up for longer than I should have, in search of being indiscreet, whilst my parents chatted up the hosts. My Father stood next to me, but his voice was muffled by all the talking amongst the rest of the party. I realized my Mother was off in a group with the other moms, away from us.

“Rose, darling, why don’t you go find your friends from school.” My Father mentioned, making my head snap away from my focused gaze.

Friends. Yeah right. Like I’d actually be friends with any of these copy-cat pricks. My Father was less strict than my Mother, which is exactly what I told myself before opening my mouth.

“You mean those group of ass hats who all just pretend to like each other?” I scoffed, crossing my arms over my chest, rolling my eyes as I walked away.

I heard my Father excuse my behavior towards Mr. Parkinson, otherwise shrugging it off. Like I said, he’s less strict.

I pushed through the crowd, roughly nudging someone when they got to close. The dress I was forced to wear grew annoyingly itchy, and I longed for this entire thing to end.

The only thing that seemed to be looking up, was the bar. The bartender who was previously stood there, was nowhere to be seen. Its like their asking me too take some.

I bit my lip, hiding my smirk, as my heels clicked their way over to the unoccupied counter. I looked both ways, checking for any wondering eyes, before I carefully slipped behind the bar, grabbing a bottle to the right of me. It had a orange tint to the liquid, and I recognized it as fire whiskey.

This’ll do.

I put the glass bottle behind my back, not that it didn’t look suspicious, and walked away from the bar, not without double checking my surroundings.

Merlin forbid someone saw me, that’s all I would here about for months until someone else made latest gossip.

I tried keeping my back towards the wall, avoiding as many people as I could. An open, breezy, balcony made itself into view, begging me to get drunk on that ledge.

There wasn’t hardly anyone out here, seeing as everyone was enjoying the party. Hurriedly, I pushed myself up to sit on the ledge with my legs dangling off the edge.

It was cold, but I ignored the shivers. It was quiet out here, a nice change from the crowded room of dick bags with money.

The fire whiskey in my hand almost slipped, before I realized I had spaced out. I gripped it tighter, pulling the cap off the bottle.

An annoyingly loud group of laughter sounded from inside, echoing through my ears. I wondered how many of those laughs were real.

Without giving it a second thought, I brought the bottle of fire whiskey to my lips, tilting my head back slightly. The familiar burning sensation formed in my mouth, all the way down my throat as I swallowed it.

It didn’t take long before I took another huge sip, enjoying the burn that came with it. And another, and so forth.

“What do we have here?” I heard a light voice behind me, ending with a click pf their tongue.

I turned my head quickly, making sure it wasn’t one of my Mothers friends. Or worse, my Mother. Although I didn’t see her. Instead, one of my so called ‘friends’ -as my father put it- made an appearance.

“Parkinson.” I sighed, unbothered, I turned my head back towards the view.

Pansy Parkinson was one of the more annoying pricks. Super fun when she’s drunk, but a stuck up bitch when sober. Known to be a bit of a snitch, but I doubt she’d tell on me. Seeing as shes a bit threatened by me.

No clue why, other than the fact that I’m better than her in every way. But I suppose thats a bit bitchy. I let out a quiet snicker out loud at my own thoughts.

“Whats so funny Blakwood?” Pansy asked in a quiet, teasing type manor.

“Nothin.” I shrugged as innocently as I could, bringing the -much lighter now- glass bottle back to my lips.

I heard footsteps behind me, the sound getting louder and louder. I turned my head to see Pansy leaning against the ledge I was currently perched on.

I continued staring at her particularly pretty features as she stares back at me. Her gaze made me nervous, a feeling I wasn’t all to familiar with.

“Common, nice girls share.” Pansy told me in a quiet, tempting voice, as she took the fire whiskey from my hands.

I watched carefully, studying her every move, as her tongue poked out slightly, and the bottle made contact with her lips. She hardly made a face as the whiskey went down her throat, making me smirk at the thought that maybe she likes the burn too.

An unrideable smile, that was barely visible but noticeable residing on my bottom lip showed as I took the bottle back from her, making purposeful contact with her fingers.

Her eyes snapped up to mine, shocked by the contact. She snatched her hand back, trying to hide the blush most obviously residing on her cheeks.

It made me slight cocky to know I had that effect on her. Someone I had previously classified as a grade a bitch. Maybe I like that about her. Maybe I don’t like her at all and I’m just bored. Maybe it’s the alcohol.

I blame the alcohol. It made me grip onto her chin, turning her blushed face towards me. It made me stare only at her lips, afraid I’d loose confidence if I stared in her eyes.

Although from what I’d seen, she’d only had a sip, and it was her who lent in first. It was her who pressed her lips to mine. It was her who made me feel something the burning sensation could never create.

It didn’t burn in my throat anymore, it ached in my stomach. Making me want to fill the need. I didn’t realize one simple kiss could provide so much pleasure. I suppose the tipsy feeling in my head gave small pushes to the feeling from Pansy’s lips.

Hesitantly, I kissed back, not sure if I wanted to do anything to change how I felt at that point. When my lips moved against hers, it only made everything better.

I couldn’t keep up with the fluttering feeling in my lower stomach, causing my hands to slip carelessly from the glass bottle. It fell from my unwanted grasp, smashing as it reached the ground several floors beneath me.

Pansy tried to pull away slightly, shaken by the sudden noise. However I didn’t let her. My right hand laid flat against the ledge I was residing on, holding my weight up as I lent further into her. My left hand grabbed her waist harshly, pulling her into me once more before her lips could fully disappear from my grasp.

She gasped in my mouth, and I moaned lowly, loving every single one of her reactions. Pansy tried pulling away again, much to my dislike, but I eventually let her, loosening my grasp on her.

“I wanna keep going.” I whispered, gasping for breath. I continued with my hold on his hip, grasping at her skin, them rubbing light circles with my fingers in the same spot.

“Needy.” Pansy tutted, giggling lightly.

I went to argue, thinking of some kind of retort, before she shushed my moving lips with a silent finger to them.

“Not here.” She told me, a small smile on her lips, telling me all I needed to know.

I nodded, letting the alcohol clear my mind as I swung my legs over the edge and hopped off. My feet, which had fallen asleep over the hour I had been swinging them over the edge, adjusted to the ground again.

Pansy grabbed my hand with hers, pulling us away from the balcony. I noticed the slightest skip in her step, and I loved the way I could make other people feel such a way.

We sneaked past the crowded room of people, going through a dark hallway I wasn’t aware had been there. Her hand grasped at mine tighter, rushing us through the passage way.

When we had made it to where I assumed was her bedroom door, she pushed me up against it, reaching her hand past me to grab the knob and twist it.

She pushed me through, along with the door, slamming it behind her. We continued to venture further into her room, her guiding me to the bed.

I traced my fingers along her collarbone as she pushed me to lay flat on her bed. I sat up on my elbows, bringing our lips closer together. Pansy sat on top of me straddling my waist, as she planted small kisses along my neck.

I loved the feeling she was able to provide me just from the contact of her lips, but I soon grew tired of the position, and felt a need to take control.

I did exactly that, flipping her over so I was on top now. I copied her actions, straddling her waist this time.

“Are we really doing this?” Pansy asked, gasping for air. “We barely know each other.” She protested desperately.

“That’s exactly why were doing this.” I told her with a glinting smirk on my face, sliding my hands up her dress begging for me to tear it away.

She happily let me remove the dress completely, leaving her in her panties and bra beneath me. My head dipped down almost automatically, licking a strip between her full breasts.

“Mhm take it off.” Pansy moaned beneath me, arching her back so her chest was closer to me.

I didn’t reply. Instead I did as she asked, and reached behind her to unclip her bra. However as I slipped the clothing off her body and flung it across the room I never stopped kissing her warm skin.

Every tiny moan she made, every little whimper, sent my mind into a spiral. I enjoyed the feelings she gave back to me, but I enjoyed making her feel more.

I was controlling every single nerve in her body; and I love control.

I felt her small hand, reach behind me, fumbling with the zipper of my dress. I sat up on my knees, finishing the process for her.

The itchy material I had been forced into, fell delicately off my shoulders and to the floor. I felt relief as soon as that fabric was away from my irritated skin.

“More.” Pansy whimpered, grabbing my shoulders and pulling me back on top of her.

“Don’t worry pretty girl. Im never stopping.” I cooed in her ear seductively, waving my hot breath over her neck.

Pansy moaned in response, squeezing her legs together underneath me. I spread them apart with my hands, letting her wrap them around me instead.

I kissed her neck, sucking devilishly, until I found her sweet spot. The sounds coming from her mouth increased as I found it. I smirked against her skin, kissing lightly in that spot.

Her legs tugged me closer, her clothed core rubbing against my waist desperately. I shook my head with an airy chuckle, as she continued grinding into me, getting some kind of friction I wouldn’t return just yet.

“Rose.” She moaned my first name, the first time I had heard it from her mouth. I smirked at that. “More.”

“Merlin you’re needy.” I laughed, grabbing one of her hard nipples in my mouth.

Pansy gasped loudly, arching her back into my face. My hands glided delicately across the skin on her waist, leading underneath her arched back.

Her body responded to my control.

Her back dropped against the sheets, her legs pulling me even closer to her core. With this, I could feel how wet she was through her underwear.

Leading towards the place she so desperately wanted, I kissed down her stomach, watching the goosebumps along her skin as I went further.

My fingers found their way to her panties, playing with the rim as I kissed around her belly button. Her legs tried squeezing together as she whimpered. I moved my hands to hold her thighs down against the bed, spreading them wide.

I kissed around my hands, leaving very visible marks along her pale skin. My tongue danced around the sides of her panties, every once in a while getting so close to where she needed.

“You’re teasing.” Pansy seethed, gripping my hair to lift my head up so she could glare at me.

“Quiet darling.” I hummed, finally slipping my hands through her underwear, and pulling them down her now marked legs.

I saw her bare pussy, glistening with her wetness. I pushed her legs back against the sheets, lying down to come in contact with her cunt.

“So wet.” I muttered underneath my breath, whispering against her pussy.

“Merlin touch me.” Pansy moaned, grabbing a fistful of her own hair, biting her lip forcefully to quiet herself.

I didn’t argue, I wanted to touch her. I licked a strip through her folds, putting more pressure against her legs as she tried squirming.

I found her clit quickly, wrapping my mouth around her swollen nub. I listened to her moan as I sucked harder, giving her more the louder she got.

Her hands moved from her hair to my own, pushing my head deeper into her. My fingers must’ve been leaving bruises with the force I had against holding her down.

Although, much like I nearly moaned at her fingers yanking at my hair, I think she liked the imprints my hands left on her.

My tongue lapped against her clit, sucking as hard as she needed. Her moans grew louder, echoing in her large room. Her hands pushed my head down deeper, squirming with every single motion I made.

“Fuck- Rose.” Pansy nearly screamed.

Her back arched off the bed once more, and her waist tried grinding into my mouth, getting as much as she could from me.

“Im so close.” Pansy whispered. “Don’t fucking stop- please.”

Pansy legs shook underneath my grip, but I didn’t stop. My eyes flicked up, watching her face as her mouth hung wide open, and I didn’t stop. Her hands flew up beside her head, fisting the sheets in her fingers, I still didn’t stop.

I continued sucking and licking inside her pussy throughout her orgasm, relishing in the way her body reacted. Finally, I pulled away as her body laid exhausted against the bed. I pressed one last kiss to her clit, watching as her legs jolted in after shock.

“Pretty girl.” I whispered, climbing up the bed to lay next to her.

I kissed her tired lips, brushing my hand up and down her stomach as she came down from her high. I noticed her chest moving up and down as she struggled to catch her breath.

“That…tha- thanks.” Pansy stuttered out, unable to gain full control of her body just yet.