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Hey guys this is just a one off that I wrote when I had really mixed feelings, please review coz I dunno whether I should keep this one going or not. Enjoy!
Leah was just packing up her shop for the night when the bell on the door sounded. She turned around surprised at who would still be out shopping at this time. Her eyes fell upon the tall, but not so tall, redhead looking near the front on the shop. She smiled as he turned around, she didn't know his name but she knew that he must go to school up at Hogwarts.
She had just moved from France she'd gone to Beauxbatons. Madame Maxime reviewed all of her work and advised her that she needn't go to Hogwarts.
'Hi um……I was just wondering what you sold here.' He obviously hadn't come here because he needed supplies. She looked straight into his eyes, she noticed a flicker of green between the hazel, she looked deeper and saw such an unexplainable emotion she fell in love. She didn't make much sense when she answered ' nomush.' She could've slapped herself! How could she act like a total idiot in front of the sexiest guy she'd ever laid eyes on.
'Erm. Pardon?' He looked so cute when he was confused. Stop it! He's a customer and you're going to freak him out if you just rip off your clothes and beg him to take you. 'You don't need to beg.' He said grinning. She felt her eyes widen in horror. Oh my god she said that out loud.
She smiled sheepishly and told him to wait out the back while she locked up.
Once he was out of view she gripped the counter hard as her legs gave way. She built back her strength, quickly closed the shop blinds and locked the doors.
As she slowly walked into the back room she tried not to look over excited, so she let a small seductive smile creep up to her lips. He was sitting on the couch looking like he lived there.
His eyes begged for her to come over and join him, and she went happily. As she entered into his arms length, he snatched her from the ground and sat her on his lap, facing him with her legs on either side of him. She'd done many of things with guys but she'd never gone the whole way. She was nervous but something inside of her told her what to do.
As she leant down and pressed her lips onto his soft luscious ones she felt something in her stomach erupt. She felt different, in control, she guided his hands up her skirt and onto the back of her arse.
He squeezed hard as she let out a moan, he was turned on instantly, and she felt him bulge underneath her. He only just realized that he wasn't squeezing her arse through her underwear, but actually squeezing her arse. He couldn't believe it; she'd actually taken off her lingerie before entering the room.
He smiled to himself as her hands wandered down to his belt and fumbled with the buckle before diving to undo everything else he was wearing. Once he was fully out of his pants she took advantage and sat down straight away.
He moaned as he felt himself go into her. She didn't know what she had been expecting but this wasn't pure pleasure, it hurt! Ron noticed that her face had gone ghostly white; something was wrong so he knew that he was hurting her.
He wasn't sure what to do so he immediately stopped. She felt her back give way and her head fell onto his chest, she was breathing in deeply but it seemed like she wasn't getting any oxygen. It was then she realized that she had to try again.
Ron tried to object and told her that she didn't have to go through with it and that he understood.
She shook her head as she prepared to try again. He was taken by surprise as she thrust herself down onto him and felt her pain come racing back. She let her hips grind deeper and deeper into his own and very slowly her pain turned to delight.
She grinned and he knew that it was working for her. She slowed herself down and he nuzzled his head in her chest.
After half an hour Ron stood up. 'I'm really sorry babe; I have to get back to Hogwarts. But I promise I'll come back tomorrow.' He kissed her gently on her forehead and departed.
She felt empty; she had just given away her innocence to the person walking out the door. She looked around; the couch was covered in blood. Oh my god, I made all this.
She walked upstairs into the kitchen, she lived above the shop with her brother but he was at the Three Broomsticks with his mates. She snatched up her wand from next to the sink and ran down the stairs, flicking her wand at anything that was out of place. She reached the blood and it disappeared with a wave of her wand.
She felt confused so she stumbled over to her desk and slumped in her chair, she had thoughts of writing in her diary but she couldn't find her quill. Her eyes scanned her shelves and they located a muggle artifact that her parents had sent her.
The note was still attached, it read "Le bien-aimé ceci est un compas, les moldus l'utilisent pour dessiner des cercles j'ai pensé pourrait vous essayer peut-être et pourrait le vendre à votre atelier. J'entends quelques sorciers britanniques deviennent fou pour les objets de moldu. Aimer la maman"
Translated it meant "Sweetheart this is a compass, muggles use it to draw circles i thought you could maybe try and sell it in your shop. I hear some British wizards go crazy for muggle artifacts. Love mum"
She still didn't understand what it was meant for as she could never work it, so there was no way she'd put it in the shop. She stretched over and picked it up, she leant back in her chair as she examined every part of it.
She still felt very uneasy and shaky, she noticed the sharp point of the compass and drove it straight into her skin on the above of her wrist, so it was away from her veins. She felt pain come racing back but it was different from before. This time it was compelling, it also relieved her of all emotions, (whatever they were).
At first she made sure that she didn't cut deep enough for her blood to spill free but as she re-took her hand she thought about how she didn't even know his name. Her fist clenching the compass swiped once again as she felt warm blood flow smoothly over her skin.
This was giving her a great adrenaline rushes but still she needed more. She turned her arm over and dug the point right into her vein. She looked at her arms and then it hit her, this wasn't the way to deal with these feelings! She slashed again and again for being stupid enough to do it in the first place.
Leah eventually passed out on her desk surrounded in a pool of her blood, tears gently trickling down her soft cheeks.
30 minutes later
The lock on the front door clicked as Michael, opened the front door. He shouted out to his younger sister but she did not answer. He figured that maybe she'd gone out with a few of her friends once she'd closed the shop rather than mope around the flat all night.
He trudged up the stairs, and as he neared the first landing their living room came into view. He had planned on continuing up but something caught his eye, slouched over on the desk was his sister. At first glimpse she looked like she'd just fallen asleep but as he narrowed his eyes he saw the empty firewhisky bottles strewn across the table top.
His heart began to pump faster and faster with each step he took towards her. He saw the blood surrounding her and he broke into a run, he stumbled on the carpet and he grabbed her shoulders before turning her around.
Her eyes were shut peacefully and her cheeks were rosy, in some eyes she looked peaceful and happy. But Michael had grown up with her; he knew her better than she did herself; he saw hidden beneath all her concealment spells, depression, stress, and fear.
Fear of loosing something she'd been trying to hold on for so long, keeping it forever so now she herself had forgotten. His eyes pricked with emotion, she was 17 but she was still his baby little sister.
He muttered unknown words that were stored in the back of his mind, as he drew his wand tip over her wounds. Her face remained unchanged as her brother slumped down next to her bed after he had placed her gently down on it. He was prepared to stay with her all night in case his spell was incomplete and lifted itself.