WARNING – ENTIRE CHAPTER IS LEMONY, SO IF YOU DON'T LIKE THIS SORT OF THING, WAIT FOR THE NEXT CHAPTER OR DON'T READ AT ALL.
She heard her boyfriend follow her and held out her hand for him to take. Then grinning they went up to the boys 5th year dorm where they locked and silenced the door, well he locked it while she did the silencing charm and a ward preventing supernatural beings (excluding witches and wizards) getting in if they weren't already in the room.
Then he shedded his robe and spoke in a low seductive tone, "Well now that we're alone, what shall we do?" She grinned and replied "Well my man, we shall start with getting out of these robes and jumpers along with our shoes" to her boyfriend since 4th year – well, his fourth, her 40th as she decided to come back every hundred years or so in the 1600's to refresh her knowledge, but made an exception this century.
He grinned as they ditched their shoes, jumpers and robes. She grabbed his tie and kissed him passionately as though her life depended on it - ironic really, considering that she was dead but he didn't know that - yet.
With their lips glued together they walked backwards and fell onto his bed and kissed even more fiercely if possible, though in Padmé's case, that was pretty likely though she had to restrain herself around James.
She felt his swelling member through his pants as they pressed their bodies together; she slipped her hand down between their rapidly heating up bodies and gripped him. He gasped and moaned into her mouth and massaged her breasts and hardening nipples.
She moaned and whimpered into his mouth and ground her hips to his and let her hands roam his body, digging her fingernails into his back. He then sat up momentarily and she, momentarily forgetting that she was faster and stronger, ripped off his tie and shirt, kissing his broad, muscled chest, paying attention to his nipples earning a series of moans from him.
He didn't seem to notice or care about her supernatural speed when she tore his shirt and tie off as he ripped her shirt and tie off too. The he reached behind her back and unclasped her bra and slid the straps off her shoulders and off her arms.
Then he inhaled the scent of her on her bra and tossed it to where the rest of their clothes were (the ones they'd taken off that is) when she growled in desire.
Then they lay back down and he worshipped her breasts, taking his time to savour each one, every little detail on them... sucking on them... fondling them... torturing her with divine pleasure, making her whimper and moan as her core got even wetter than it had on their way up to the dorm.
He seemed to guess what he was doing to her and slipped his hand to her soaked panties and grinned into their kiss, prompting her to smile back. While his hand was massaging her soft wet folds and thumb teasing her clit, he started kissing and biting her neck. He decided to torture her even more by removing his hand just before she could climax, causing her to growl.
He then resumed pressing his groin into hers while kissing her then moving back to her neck. His heartbeat then escalated in pace while he started breathing harder. She catches the delicious scent of his blood pumping through his veins and tries to resist the temptation to feed.
"Oh no, no, NO, don't you dare eat him, DONT EAT HIM! YOU LOVE HIM! PLEASE, STOP IT, DO NOT EAT THAT MAN, YOU ARE IN LOVE WITH HIM! NO!" she shrieked to herself, but ultimately she begins to lose her control and whimpers from the feelings he was providing with his ministrations and the scent of his blood.
She could no longer hold back the temptation to feed and feels her face change. The whites of her eyes change to the darkest black... Her irises change to the exact colour that rubies are while her pupils are the darkest black as well... The veins around her eyes bulge and darken to a deep shade of maroon, almost black...
And lastly her fangs descend from her gums, sharp... glistening... and deadly. He sees her face contort and turn from a beautiful 15 year old girl (or so he thinks) with chocolate eyes and healthy white teeth into a demonic monster with black & red eyes, the veins surrounding them bulging, a dark maroon colour.
The last thing he sees before gasping her name in horror are her sharp deadly fangs and her expression one of a serial killer moving in for the kill. "Padmé?!" Then he scrambles to the other end of the bed, smacking his head on the post.
Word count: 794
Welcome to my story Not Just Werewolves it's a crossover of Harry Potter and the Vampire Diaries. Just so you all know there are going to be some changes to the TVD story/timeline and no I won't tell you what they are. I'm aiming for this to be a pretty long story so stay tuned for updates! Hopefully they won't be too far apart!