The hatred began the moment we met, but that was silly playground taunting, and it didn't evolve any for six years, and finally, in the final year, something else was there. The first time was up against a bookshelf in the library, we both where under invisibility cloaks when we bumped into each other in the restricted section.
We didn't ask questions, a few inquisitive glances later, and his lips descended upon mine. We hungrily went at each other right there. He unbuttoned most of my shirt, but didn't bother with its removal, and I gave him a hickey right where his collar would have been, had I not clawed it away from the perfect flesh.
My skirt was hiked up, my panties thrown over his shoulder, and as quickly as humanly possible, my hands removed his belt, followed by his pants, and his blasted Slytherin green silk boxers, all of which found themselves in an ironic pile at his feet.
In eager anticipation, with my back to the bookshelf, and him holding my ass up, with my legs wrapped around him, he took me in simple sexual pleasure. I wouldn't have had it any other way.
He was obviously very experienced, and I'm not in the dark about sexual acts either, but he could take any woman to the moon in a minute. Afterward we didn't talk much, he pulled his clothes back on as I began to search for my panties.
"Looking for these?" he asked as he held up my black lacey boy shorts, and stuffed them into his pocket, "you may have them back next time."
"And when will next time be?" I asked, trying to mask my indignation as I walked towards him.