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Elizabeth sighed softly as she walked back to her private dorm within Gryffindor tower. She had had one ever since the incident in first year when she couldn't control her magic over the nightmares she had at night. Her guardian at the time and her head of house had petitioned to McGonagall to allow her to have her own dorm for her safety as well as the safety of the other students. It wasn't usually heard of but to avoid any more incidents, McGonagall had allowed it and the tower had worked it's literal magic to make it so.
She sighed and pushed the memory aside as she entered her room, thinking about how interesting her first day had been, although at this school, there hardly ever was a dull day. Her mind wandered back to the Slytherin she had been paired up with in class. He wasn't bad to look at per say but his attitude needed a lot of work. She rolled her eyes as she sat down on her bed. From what she remembered he was a prefect as well, she had seen him plenty of times on the Hogwarts Express and during various meetings. She had never thought twice on him before and doubted that he ever thought of her before to day either.
She undid the ribbons keeping her hair from falling out of the long braid and loosened it up. It was the first time anyone from even her own house and looked at her. She shook her head, loosening up her hair in the process with her fingers before she stood and removed her robes. She tossed them over the chair and looked at herself in the mirror. I wonder what my parents would think of me if they saw me now. Would the be proud? I probably wouldn't be at Hogwarts if they were still around. She had received many letters of acceptance from Beauxbatons, Hogwarts, The Salem Witches' Institute and even The Mahoutokoro School of Magic had reached out to her. Truthfully the only reason she came here was because after the deaths of her parents she had been moved to London to live with an aunt and later to live with a friend of the family. She was afraid to leave what she knew.
She sighed and glanced over to the time. It would be dinner any minute now, if she wanted to get something good, she would have to get to the table and fast. She left the room quickly and made her way to the great hall, avoiding the glances and the murmurs she heard from students as she passed by. Word got out fast.
The hall was of course, crowded with every single student in Hogwarts. Scorpius scowled, class had not gone at all how he thought it would. Although the rest of the day went out well, potions remained on his mind. The more he thought about it the more distracted and inwardly angry he got. He ate halfheartedly until he caught glimpse of the new bane of his existence, the American Gryffindor. Why she stuck out to him like a sore thumb now when she had always been nothing but another student to him, he didn't know. But seeing her come in and struggle to get an open seat, caused him to think of how class progressed.
Earlier that day at Potions, Professor Quintell turned towards them with a smile. "So today my beloved students, you will be brewing pain potions since the Hospital wing is in desperate need of them. Whichever team brews it the best will receive ten points to their house. Now begin." She sat at her desk and started reading the newspaper.
Why was he not surprised? Their professor could be so lazy. Professor Quintell often skirted the easy work off to her students. Scorpius rolled his eyes and glanced at his unfortunate partner for the rest of the year. She had the book opened and was reading it over. She opened her mouth to say something but he shut her down and stood up. "I'll get the ingredients. You stay out of my way." He said in a hushed tone as he walked away from her.
She frowned and shook her head as she looked up, watching him leave. She stood and got the cauldron lit, waiting for him to come back. She hoped he had half a brain to bring the right ingredients.
He returned and set them on the table. Everything seemed like the right thing, all accept one.
"This one is wrong, it looks similar but the coloration is different." She tried to explain but he quickly shot her down.
"Shut up, how dare you say I got something wrong." He growled at her and moved the cauldron over towards him.
She heaved a sigh. "Fine, do the work yourself, but if you add that in it's going to blow up in your face."
He rolled his eyes. "Stop being a know-it-all Gryffindor." He spat out at her as she plopped herself down in the chair. The nerve of that girl! Suddenly she's my partner for the class and she thinks she knows everything. He began to stir things in. Everything seemed to go fine until he added the last ingredient. The potion bubbled and turned red, instead of a pleasant blue green. It's not supposed to look like that, is it? It bubbled over and blew up in his face.
She fought back a snicker. "I won't say it." She stood and quickly started to clean up after receiving a glance from Professor Quintell. "I'll get the ingredients and we can start again, alright?" She told him softly as she walked off to get what was needed.
He seethed. I've been made a complete and total fool of! Stupid girl will not get away with this! I don't care if she is a prefect. When she returned he continued to glare at her.
"Let's chop these up shall we?" She said softly as she transfigured a quill into a knife. Picking it up, she began to chop the ingredients.
He grit his teeth but complied, he needed a perfect grade for this class, he would not accept anything less than a perfect score. Yes, enjoy this all you like Gryffindor slut, I'll be getting back at you soon.
As she chopped she looked over at him. "Scorpius… we have to work together if we both want excellent grades in this class."
He grumbled a little as he added the freshly chopped ingredients.
"I'm not asking you to like me or anything, just work with me. It's only for the year, who knows how next year is going to pan out, right?" She added the ingredients she chopped and commenced stirring, once clockwise and twice counter-clockwise.
He grunted and added the last ingredient. He was overall pleased by the color.
"Now we just let it simmer." She said softly as she sat back into her seat.
And that's exactly how it went. Luckily the work they did granted both their houses points. But he wasn't happy with the arrangement at all. He contemplated complaining to his father, but felt it would be a moot point. There was only so much one could do against Professor Quintell or Headmistress McGonagall. He looked up and she caught his eye again. She let her hair out. It looks soft from here. He mused to himself before shaking his head. What in the bloody hell am I thinking? She's a damn Gryffindor prat. Stupid American Gryffindor prat. Shouldn't she be in Salem or something or other? I didn't think Hogwarts just let anyone with magical talent in. What the hell is so special about her? He frowned and looked down at his plate, his meal was completely murdered and hardly looked appetizing. He grumbled to himself as he took a sip of pumpkin juice. His eyes scanned the room for her again until they rested on her back, an idea forming in his head.
She had managed to get her meal and ate it silently, doing her best to ignore the looks she got from her house mates. News had indeed traveled fast, just as fast as the rumors did. But honestly, she should have known it would. In her last five years there, she had learned that Gryffindor was known for gossips and trouble-makers. She turned her head, her eyes gazed at the entrance to the great hall as she ate dinner. They're probably all curious as to why I didn't put up more of a fight about the arrangement. She sighed and took a sip of juice, eating like a good civilized lady should, unlike most of her house mates. She did her best to ignore them as usual as she ate.
Elizabeth kept to herself mostly, she had only made prefect because she was really hard working and got exceptional grades, so the whispers down the table about what happened in potions class had her shifting slightly uncomfortably in her seat. The whole incident was being blown out of proportion but that was to be expected. One group was whispering about how she outsmarted the snake and caused the cauldron to explode all over his face. Of course it had exploded on him, but it had nothing to do with her, he had simply made a careless mistake.
Unfortunately Slytherins were just as gossipy and were telling similar rumors. Scorpius felt his eye throb with annoyance, the lid twitched as he listened to their accounts of what happened. Although not entirely true, he would let them believe it. He wasn't going to tell them it had been his mistake, even though a small voice in his head, that oddly sounded like his mother, told him he should. He shook his head. Why should he care if her reputation, or lack there of, were to get ruined? His frowned deepened and he stood up suddenly, startling some of the people next to him, the movement had been fluid, yet hasty. He walked towards the exit and paused once at the doors, the thought he had earlier back in his mind. A smirk formed as he turned and let his eyes roam the room. Easily finding her, he watched as she ate dinner with an annoyed expression on her face. He decided he wanted the girl's attention. His wand slid out from his sleeve and he waved it as he pointed it directly at her, uttering a spell under his breath. A spark flew out and hit her square in the cheek.
She jumped up and reached to rub it. She looked in the direction it came from and spotted him smirking at her. Her eyes narrowed instantly.
He gave her a smug smile and turned to leave, the robes rustling behind him as he made his way out of the hall.
She shook slightly with anger but controlled the urge to outright yell at his retreating back, she didn't want more attention on herself. She took one last sip of pumpkin juice and stood up. She walked out of the hall soon after and looked around to see if she could catch a glimpse of him, but when she hadn't, she heaved a heavy sigh. Why did he do that for? She rubbed her cheek where it still stung from getting hit. Of all places to aim a spell, it had to be at the same spot as the bruise from the fight she stopped earlier that day.
He watched her in the shadows, amused by the look on her face. This is going to be fun. His smirk became devilish as he watched her look around once more before leaving, heading back towards the tower.
The moment she was in her room, she sat on the bed and sighed in frustration. "What was all that about?" She wondered if he only did that to get back at her for the rumors that were spreading. She wanted to tear at her hair, but controlled the urge as she got up and went to the desk to start on the homework that had been given, faster it was done, the faster she could get a nap in before making her rounds in the hallways tonight.
That night was just like any other night she had to patrol in the past. It was silent and luckily no students had attempted breaking curfew. The silence in the darkness had allowed her mind to wander back to the dream she had during her nap.
She walked out into the hallway and glanced around her. The great hall behind her was noisy as usual while the hall she was currently standing in was eerily dark and silent. Her heart beat quickly in her chest as she looked around for something, or rather, looked for someone. The arms that had suddenly wrapped around her were thin, yet held strength in them as she was pulled backwards into the unending darkness that were the various hidden corners of Hogwarts. She opened her mouth to cry out but a pair of soft warm lips crashed upon her more full ones.
She shivered as a battle of lips and tongues commenced as she was pinned to the wall and kissed deeply by someone she could not make out in the dark. The very situation was very frightening, but the rush was exhilarating and urged a warmth to pool just between her legs at her center. It wasn't until he moved away from her did she realize who this was.
Before her was a smirking Slytherin snake, otherwise known as prefect Scorpius Hyperion Malfoy. His steely gray eyes were smoldering with lust as he gazed at the tan skinned teen he had pinned against the cold stone wall. His fingers were long and cold, like ice on her warm skin. The creamy milk white skin was a stark contrast to warm bronze. He was like a ghost before her, pale, devious, full of evil intention, but yet he was nothing but perfection. There were no physical flaws in the man that held her there. He licked his lips as he stared into her eyes. He leaned down to her again, his lips crashed against hers once more, claiming her as his own in that instant. He released his grip on her arms and ran his hands down to her sides and positioning them on her hips as he placed all his weight on her.
She gasped into the kiss. She could feel his hands against her through her sweater. Despite how frightening the situation was for a young virgin girl, she couldn't help but respond to his kisses, her body was aching in places she didn't realize could ache. She wanted to be touched by him. She let out a soft whimper when his fingers grazed her thigh before he gripped at it and lifted the leg. The act had allowed him to be pressed against her. She could feel the throbbing need of his shaft pressing against her own warm aching need. Her breathing quickened. This was happening very fast and they were still in the hallway.
Students were leaving the great hall, heading towards their dorms, and here they were snogging in a corner. The prospect of getting caught doing something so naughty didn't help her control the sudden needs she was feeling. She felt him lift her and wrap her legs around his waist, causing her to wrap her arms around his neck for support as he pressed it against her, keeping her in place.
He didn't waste time to remove her sweater. Her shirt was quickly unbuttoned next. The moment the smooth skin of her neck was exposed, his lips latched on. He ran his tongue against her skin to get a real taste of it before latching onto a spot and sucking softly, leaving a very visible mark there. He slid his hand into the back of the shirt and unhooked the lace bra. He pulled away from her neck and swiftly removed the top and slid the emerald green bra off her breasts. It went pooling to the floor with her shirt and sweater. He smirked at the sight of her nipples pert and waiting attention. He leaned his head down and took a nipple into his mouth, suckling it with great care as the other hand dug its finger nails into her thigh. He dragged them down, leaving light trails of red against the skin.
She moaned and reached her hands in his hair, gripping at it in a possessive needy manner. At this point she could care less if they got caught. Several teachers had glanced into the darkness they were hiding in, but walked off as if they could see nothing. The prospect of being watched while in this sort of position had caused her to shudder and release a small amount.
He pulled away from the nipple and looked at her, a taunting smirk on his face as he peered down at her. "You're getting messy somewhere aren't you Snow?"
"Please," she squeaked softly at him. "Don't tease me like this Scorpius." Her voice was coming out in a mere whisper as she looked at him pleadingly. "Why are you even doing this?"
He simply laughed at her, his free hand reached down and gripped at the matching lace panties she wore. He felt between, the wetness had indeed gotten worse. "Well, well, well, and here I thought Grffindors were good. Aren't you a naughty little lioness?" He purred as he forced them upwards, wedging them in between moist lips.
She gasped at the feel and bit down on her bottom lip.
He reached and grabbed at the zipper of her skirt. He unzipped it and stared at her, ingraining the image of her like this in his memory. A soft smile crossed his lips. She would be naked in this hallway, exposed completely, and he would have his way with her. He set her legs down and let the skirt fall. He turned her around so he could get a full look at her backside. He licked his lips. His smirk widening at just how naughty her undergarments were. He grabbed at her ass and gave it a squeeze, to which he was rewarded with a moan. He wedged the underwear more and heard her squeak. "Such a naughty lioness," He purred again against her ear as he spanked her. "I shall enjoy punishing you." He whispered into her ear, it was meant to be a threat, but the tone in his voice was anything but. It was full of lust and need. This was more than just him wanting revenge, this was him going on instincts with a pretty girl.
The thought of him doing more to her caused her to ache with the need for him to do it. She never thought she could be so naughty before. She had always been just a good girl, at least that was what she told herself whenever she bought matching lingerie sets.
"However, I approve of your color choices, so instead of punishment I will reward you." He turned her around and tugged her panties off. Lifting her again, he kissed her deeply and passionately, ravaging her mouth in a seductive manner. "Snow."
"Snow. Snow!"
She blinked a few times, her cheeks red as she looked towards who was calling her name. It was another prefect from her house.
He frowned at her. "Elizabeth, you're so out of it today. Are you tired?"
"Ah, I'm sorry. It's just been a really long day." She admitted, but the blush would not leave.
"You look like you've got a fever, you should call it a night. I'll take over for you." He said with a grin.
She nodded. "Thanks." She looked a bit embarrassed. "I'll make it up to you some how."
"No worries!"
She gave a nod and turned to walk back to the tower and to her dorm. She remembered how she woke up from that nap. Once in her room she pulled off her robes and set them over the chair. The dream had been too real and had left her physically aching for attention in a way she had never wanted it. But since she had hallways duty tonight she didn't have time to fulfill that need. She removed her sweater next as she plopped down on the bed. She loosened up the tie before she carefully removed it, setting it on top of her sweater, followed by her shirt. Just like in her dream, she was indeed wearing a green lace bra and matching panties. She stood to remove the rest of her clothing and set her shoes aside before gathering the dirty clothes and putting them in the hamper that had her name on it. She put the robe on a hanger and put it on a hook on the door.
Her mind wandered back to the dream and she could feel she was more than ready for male attention. She sighed as she sat down in front of the vanity and and looked at herself. She undid the braid and let her hair fall in curls down her back. As she looked at herself she noticed there was a mark from being kissed on her neck. It as dark and seemed like it had been there for quite some time, a few hours at least. Her heart beats quickened as she slowly peeked down at her thigh to see that it too had remnants of nail markings across it. That's impossible...
Scorpius had a satisfied look on his face as he sat in his private room. He didn't have to run rounds today, hell, Slytherin prefects hardly ever did their duty on patrolling the corridors at night like they were supposed to. He thought back to the spell he had placed on her and smirked at his handy work. She's probably noticing the markings right now. He chuckled as he sat there in his chair, shirtless and wearing only a pair of green silk pajama pants. The fact that she wears such things is so intriguing. I can't wait to continue to invade her dreams. It was so easy to place that spell on her today without her even realizing it. I can enter and manipulate her dreams how I see fit. Ah revenge is so sweet.
He felt a tingle. A certain area of his pants had gotten tight. To say he did not feel any sort of excitement while he ravaged the girl in her dreams was to be lying to himself. Perhaps this is a double edged spell in the end. Not only does what I do physically affect her, but if affects me as well. His hand reached and ran against the swollen area of his pants. He vaguely wondered if she was doing anything to please herself, the thought made all the blood in his body rush to a certain place. He grunted and shook his head. Stupid lioness, don't worry. This is just the first phase of your punishment. I'm not in any way done with you.
He remembered how it felt to take her virginity in her dream like state and he shivered in delight. It was so delicious, the feel of her. He wondered briefly if doing this was playing with fire, or if he had the right idea in torturing her sexually. He knew virtually nothing about the girl. He had no idea if she was of pure blood or if she was a muggle born. Although he already knew that getting involved with her, even if it was only in her dreams, would cause issues. She was a Gryffindor and he was a Slytherin. He was sure his parents would never approve of it.
When he realized what he was thinking, he shook his head. "Stupid Gryffindor, I'm not even attracted to her." Of course, he knew deep down that that was a blatant lie. There had to be some reason why she was constantly on his mind since potions that morning. He felt a tingle again, but this time it was different, it alerted him to her falling asleep. A smirk rose on his face as he climbed into bed. Let the torment begin. He chuckled and closed his eyes, allowing himself to drift into dream land.