A/N: I'm glad people liked the story so far. I have an idea of what Calynn is but that's for me to know and you to wait and find out. Enjoy!
Disclaimer: I do not own any of the Harry Potter franchise nor its characters. I only own my OC, Calynn Shaw.
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Calynn was losing her mind. Not only had she been turned on from Hermione's innocent touch, the aforementioned woman was in the flat across the street from her! Her lips felt dry as she saw the witch unzip her dress. Merlin's Balls, she eyed the creamy flesh as she licked her dry lips. She watched as the red dress pooled around the woman's ankles.
"Fuck," she cursed as her body grew warm and her pants grew painfully tight from her arousal. She willed herself to look away before she charged over there and take the bushy-haired witch over and over.
She frowned as she glared at the bulge in her pants with great disdain. She hated this part of her. True, it made pleasuring herself easier but she hated how it had to make itself known constantly. Her hungry eyes trailed again to Hermione's back. A growl rumbled deep in her chest as her eyes spotted the elegant yet lacy lingerie set that the witch had on. How she desired to burst in and rip the offending garments from her most intimate places. She shook her head, berating herself. She was about to turn away from the enticing view but her eyes locked with melted chocolate.
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Hermione sighed happily as the dress fell from her body. As much as she loved to dress up for special occasions, she just wanted to wear her old sweats and tank-top then curl up with a good book before falling asleep. Her back tensed as she felt eyes boring into her back. Her head quickly snapped to the window, breath hitching as her eyes connect with the dark blue ones of Calynn. She knew that Ginny mentioned that she lived in a flat in London but never had she imagined that she would be right across from her! She then realized that she mostly naked as the Chaser's eyes took her in. She let out a soft squeak of surprise and ran into the bathroom, slamming the door behind her. She leaned against the door, running a hand over her face. Merlin, she felt like an idiot. She reprimanded herself for not closing the curtains.
She slid down to the cold yet cooling tile floor. Her eyes closed when she remembered how hungry the Chaser's eyes were. She could have sworn that she saw desire flooding in those eyes. She brushed it off as a trick of the light and waved her hand to call in her clothes. She unhooked her bra and stared at herself in the mirror. Her chest was heaving slightly as she thought back to how close they were before at the wedding. Their lips were so close, she could practically taste Calynn. Her fingers trembled at the thought as she dressed herself in her gray sweatpants and white tank-top.
She peeked out and sighed in a mix of relief and disappointment when she Calynn was no long at her window. She heaved another heavy sigh and turned off her light, too tired to care about it at the moment. As she laid in her bed, she couldn't help her thoughts racing, trying to figure out why the woman left before or why she stared at her hungrily, as if she was a piece of meat for her to eat. Her eyes drooped, warning her to get some sleep. She closed them and fell into a dreamless sleep
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Calynn sighed when she saw the lights turn off in Hermione's flat. She scared her away, she just knew it. She walked into the kitchen and opened up a bottle of Firewhiskey. She needed a strong drink to clear her mind. She was grateful that Qudditch Season was over and she didn't have any more practices to worry about. She swallowed a big gulp of the amber liquor and hissed as it slid down her throat. As if sensing her distress, Ginny apparated in. She was no longer in her dress but in a white form-fitting nightgown. She had her arms crossed around her chest and gave the Chaser a pointed glare.
Calynn frowned when she saw her. "Shouldn't you be enjoying your wedding night with your husband, Ginny?" she asked bitterly as if she hated the thought of anything intimate.
"Do not snap at me, Calynn Shaw. You know bloody well why I'm here. First you leave the wedding without so much as so much as a goodbye to me or Harry then I find you drinking! You know that you can't handle it. You might lose control!"
The blue-eyed woman sneered, her perfectly white teeth gleaming with anger. "I already know that, Ginny! I needed one drink to calm my nerves after seeing Hermione half-naked in her flat!"
Ginny tensed up at the mention of her friend's name. Just as she was about to ask what she meant, she glanced out the window as the lights in Hermione's flat turned on again. Oh bloody hell, they lived right across from each other. Hermione had bent over, looking for something in her bag. The red-head looked Calynn and swallowed when she saw how she was barely holding onto her control. Her eyes grew darker with desire, her canines now sharpened into perfectly white fangs. Another growl rumbled in her chest as she dug her claws into the palms of her hands.
Ginny had no choice. It was either let her lose control or do something to stop her. She pushed the growling woman onto the leather couch she had in her living room with wandless magic and straddled her hips. This seemed to shock the woman and she looked up at her, confusion written all over her face.
Ginny gave her another glare. "I can't have you going over there and raping my friend, now can I? Now you will listen to me and you will listen good. Do I make myself clear?"
Calynn gulped and nodded. She hated when Ginny got angry. Ginny sighed and gracefully got off her friend's hips. "Now you will tell me what is going on in that thick head of yours, Calynn."
The blue-eyed woman sighed and sat up, allowing Ginny to sit next to her. "It's scaring me, Gin. I have two beasts inside of me and I can't control one of them. I feel like a monster," she whispered fearfully as she stared up at the ceiling.
A soft freckled hand rested on hers. "Is this about what happened three years ago?" When she felt the woman tense up, she knew she was right. "You can't blame yourself for that. You were only protecting me from a vile man that would have raped me or worse," she added as she rested her head on Calynn's shoulder.
Calynn was silent for a long time before muttering, "I killed him, Ginny. I killed him in cold blood because I lost control."
'The Ministry doesn't know. They just shrugged it off as a dark creature attack," she replied, trying desperately to comfort her friend.
"That doesn't excuse me and you know it. If Hermione ever found out, she would hate me. Not everyone is as accepting as you and Harry are, Gin," she argued.
Ginny sighed as she stroked the broken witch's cheek, surprised when she felt wetness on her fingers. In all the years she knew Calynn, she had never seen her cry, not even when she had killed. She knew that she was scared of hurting more people, especially Hermione. She turned the Chaser's face to hers and wiped her eyes with the pads of her fingers.
"You are a kind soul and you deserve to be happy. I don't want to see you forever alone because of your fear. At least get to know Hermione first. She might be more accepting of it than you might think. I mean she is trying to get equal rights for all type of magical creatures."
Calynn rested her head into the red-head's hand. "I know she is but it might change her mind when she actually sees what I am. Her sense of duty to the Ministry would come first, not me. She will tell them what I am to keep the Wizarding World safe. You know that."
The red-head kissed Calynn's cheek and squeezed her hand before standing up. "That might change, if you give her a reason," she said before disapparating away.
Calynn laid back down on the couch as Ginny's words rang in her mind. What could she possibly mean by that? She huffed in frustration. Leave it to Ginny to be cryptic. She waved her hand to turn off the lights and she fell into a restless sleep. Her dreams haunted her. All she could see was Hermione, all she wanted to feel was Hermione next to her, all she wanted was to make Hermione hers. Then it shifted to blood, all she could see was blood, on her hand, clothes. Hell, she could even taste it. She looked down, eyes drawn to a body. Her spine tensed up when she recognized it as Hermione's body. She wanted to scream, to cry but all she heard when she opened her mouth was a primal howl.
She started awake from her sleep, a cold sweat covering her body. She ran a trembling hand down her face and sighed shakily. They were getting worse, more vivid. She swallowed dryly as she walked to the kitchen again. She poured herself another glass of Firewhiskey and downed it in one gulp. She glanced at the clock. 2 A.M. She knew she had to get some more sleep but she couldn't shake her dream from her head. It seemed so bloody real that it shook her to the core. She grabbed the rest of Firewhiskey and sat back on the couch. She had enough of playing it safe for tonight. She began to chug from the bottle, desperate to numb her pain. When she was finished, her vision blurred as she felt the alcohol worming its way into her blood. Before she knew it, she was out like a light, gripping the bottle in her hand.
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Calynn woke up the next morning as the sun hit her eyes. She groaned as her head ached and she rubbed her temples. "Bloody liquor," she cursed the Firewhiskey she had the night before. She stifled a yawn as she stood and trekked to her room. She undressed out of her tux finally and threw on shorts and an old Qudditch t-shirt. She fell on her bed and clung to her pillow as if her life depended on it. Just before she was about to close her eyes and fall back asleep, there was a knock on her door. She growled and covered her head with her pillow. The knocking didn't cease. Finally, fed up with the noise, she stalked over to the door and opened the door to give the person a piece of her mind. She didn't get that far. Her voice failed her when she saw who it was in the doorway.
Hermione.
Oh Sweet Merlin. The object of her desire was standing in front of her and all she was wearing was a trench coat and high heels. She sure hoped she had something underneath but she knew it was in vain. She looked into the brunette's eyes and her breathing hitched when she saw the desire hidden in them. She opened her mouth to speak but Hermione pressed two fingers against her lips. It took all of her willpower not to slip those fingers in her mouth to taste her.
"Calynn, don't hold back any more," she whispered huskily against her ear before gently suckling on her ear lobe. Don't hold back? Did she know what could happen if she let go?
Her control snapped, tired of holding back and she pressed the bushy-haired witch against the wall roughly, trapping her hands above her hands with her hand as her other started to unbuckle the trench coat. Just as she opened it, she woke up. She blinked in confusion before a string of curses left her mouth. That woman will be the death of her. Her beast sure loved to fuck around with her head didn't it? She growled in defeat and hid her covers, damning the world to hell and back. She decided to curse her beast side and go over to talk to Hermione like a civilized person.
She dressed in her best, black jeans that seemed to hug her toned legs and then she pulled on a red tank-top that clung to her torso. She looked herself over in the mirror and cursed when she saw her shaggy brunette hair was messy as if she had just come back from a quick tryst. She brushed it quickly and tied the little rat-tail she had on the back into a small ponytail. Her bangs covered her left eye and she huffed to get it out of her line of sight. She tied her sneakers onto her feet. She plucked up her courage and she left her flat to go finally talk to Hermione.
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Hermione didn't sleep much last night. When she looked back over to Calynn's flat, she saw Ginny, straddling her. She spent most of the night over-analyzing as always. She was angry, thinking that Ginny was cheating on Harry after they just got married and jealous. She blinked. Jealous? Why should she be that? She barely even knew the woman but something snapped inside her when she saw Ginny with her. She shook her head. She was confusing her anger with something else. She was strolled to the bathroom and turned on her bathtub. She need a nice, warm to relieve some of her tension. Just as she was about to slip out of her night clothes, there was a knock on the door. She huffed and opened the door, jaw dropping when she saw Calynn in front of her.
She kept opening closing her mouth, causing her to look silly. Calynn chuckled and hooked a finger under her chin to close her mouth. "It's rude to stare, lass," she murmured. Damn her and that enticing Scottish accent!
Hermione blushed and stared at the brunette in front of her. Merlin, she made those clothes look good. She mentally slapped herself for being so stupid and behaving like a lovesick teenager. She was Hermione Granger, the brightest witch of her age and now a woman, not a hormone crazed teen. She gave a small smile to Calynn as she ushered her in.
Calynn couldn't help but smirk at the bushy-haired witch's awkwardness. She slipped her hands in her pocket as she looked back at Hermione. It was now or never. "Do you want to go out with me?"
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A/N: Cliffhanger! I forgot to mention that the title of the story is based on a song I know. It's called "Pieces" by Red. You should listen to it and it might give you more of an understanding of my character.