SCORPIUS'S POV. Bold are author's notes, italics are flashbacks. Trigger warning: Rape and sexual harassment.
This may be the first, and last time, I ever think this, but thank Merlin that Christmas holidays are finally over. The day has arrived that all my classmates, friends and enemies will be coming back home. To Hogwarts.
However, they're not here just yet. So, I'm sitting in the safety of the Slytherin common room, waiting in a comfy armchair right in front of the blazing fire. The ground is still thick with snow and most of the students that are here, are making the most of it before the place is back in action.
Thankfully, there are still a few Slytherins 'round here, not that they keep me company, but after so many weeks of being alone in my dorm, having people around is amazing.
You know, these were my first Christmas holidays alone at Hogwarts. In first year, it was Albus and I left here. I, personally, have never gone home when I can help it and before now, wasn't planning too. Albus wanted to spend his first Hogwarts Christmas, at Hogwarts. In second year, we all stayed except Albus. So on, until this year, 5th year, I got the dorm all to myself.
And, as most would expect, as a fifteen year old boy, I was more than content with having the dormitory for two weeks. And I practically had the common room to myself too. Only two Slytherin prefects, the Head Girl (whom happened to be from Slytherin this year), and eight other Slytherins stayed behind.
Sure, being by myself for a while did increase my boredom, but it allowed me to catch up on homework, get extra marks from teachers, relax…
And suddenly my holidays got a whole lot more interesting.
I'm in the middle of reading an incredibly interesting book for History of Magic before bed, when I hear a sharp knock on the dormitory door.
Did Albus come home early? Cole? Oh, I hope one of them did.
I answered the door and was greeted with disappointment. It's that prefect from the year above me, Blake… something or other. I always forget his last name.
"Did I leave parchment in the common room again?" I asked, bypassing any introductions and going straight to the point.
He gave a small smile, but it was enough to make my gut feel cold. "No, actually, I can't find anyone else to ask, so do you mind helping me for a minute?" He gestured behind him, to the stairs leading back down to the common room.
"Oh, yeah, no problem." The quicker this is over with, the less time I have to spend with his creepy ass. I move to leave the room, expecting him to do the same but instead he blocks me off by stepping forward, and closing the door swiftly.
"But, I thought-″
He interrupts me unapologetically. "Yeah, in a sec. I'll just talk to you first, okay?"
"Aright…" I say this slowly, walking back towards my bed and sit down facing him. He still stands. I gesture for him to sit down on the bed across from me. Seb's bed. I want to laugh. Oh, Seb would hate that. I think their two families have got something against each other or something.
Blake waves off the offer, and opts for sitting next to me instead. Right next to me. On my bed. I feel his thigh pressing up against my own and shiver. I try to shuffle over, but it's a matter of milliseconds before he resumes his position, just as close, if not more, than before. I look at my feet, heart racing and wishing that 'm just overreacting, I'm just being stupid, I'm overthinking, I'm-
I feel his breath on my neck as he speaks. "We're just going to talk, aren't we? No need to act so cold." He purrs, leaning in towards me.
"Muffliato." He whispers, moving away for a second to aim this spell at the door.
Blake wastes no time pressing him face to my neck once more.
I finally find the ability to speak and spit out the words, "What was that for?"
I can feel his puckered lips on my collarbones, his tongue roughly massaging my skin. I'm not expecting a reply after a few seconds, but eventually I get one. He manages to prise his lips off me, just long enough to say, "Well, I have no idea, if you're a screamer or a moaner, do I? We'll find out soon enough I suppose.
I look up at him to see that wicked smile again, and unsuccessfully try to shove him off me, but he's stronger, so much stronger, and older and…
Although I'm sitting in front of the roaring fire, layered a thick jumper and a woollen blanket drawn up to my chin, I'm shivering at the thoughts of his hips grinding against mine, his hands exploring my body like no one else had. No, not thoughts, unfortunately. Memories.
Ahh sorry it took so long to get this chapter up. Hope you enjoyed, reviewing makes my day, hint hint. xx
