Disclaimer : I don't own any of these characters, unfortunately, and they all belong to J.K. Rowling (aka : god) or to people who have rights or stuff like that on those books. I'm not making money with it or anything, I'm just writing because she gave us so much slash background to write on and because I can.
Warning : Usual stuff. I think you already read the others anyway. Maybe a little bit of violence during sex ?
Note : Sorry to those following the story. I know it took time and I'll try to be a little more productive. I've been crushed under a mountain of school work and when I wasn't working on it, I was busy spending the little money I make on useless imported crap. And I moved out too. I was quite surprised to get good reviews, but believe me when I say it really pleases me.
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I remember Sexslave had tugged my sleeve so I'd follow him back to the dormitory. He looked rather unhappy. I was glad he did so, because Harry Potter had gotten insistant, trying to get details about my eventual participation to the Tournament. He had been quite polite with me, though, that hypocrite bastard.
I couldn't exactly put back everything he asked together in my head because the moment had been a bit blurry... I wouldn't allow him the honor of looking directly at him like he was important or something. Instead, I let my eyes wander around in the library, noticing a couple of fangirls here and there. Notably that ugly girl with a dental holocaust who kept drooling at me with an impatient expression spread across her face.
Why was he asking me about that anyway ?
I started wondering about that precisely when Sexslave turned mad and nearly carried me back in our room, after carelessly stuffing the books in his bag.
I told him aftewards it was a good move because, well, we didn't know what Potter was up to. Maybe finding a way to participate so he could steal the spotlight from me. Or getting information to do something against me and my perfect reputation.
Hell I couldn't stand him. When he shouted 'See ya Cedric !' as I left like I was his little friend, I think I turned red, my face burning with anger and shame. What if someone mistook us for what we weren't ? Why would I hang out with someone who might extend his shadow on me ?
The moment we entered our bedroom, I quickly checked out if the way was clear from Moron and Insipid Loser before magically locking the door. They could unlock it, of course : they were retards but had enough magical powers and brains to open a locked door, but I had warned both of them about locked doors. Besides, I had influence over them like whoa.
I knew Sexslave knew what that sudden need of intimacy meant.
He was standing a few meters behind me, his face leaning a little forward, nervously twisting his hands... Despite the fact he wasn't exactly a virgin, he couldn't be considered as a very daring person.
I decided to make him wait a little and sat on his bed. I stayed still as I watched him making everything he could to look relaxed. He took off his cloak, trying not to shake, put it on the bed beside me, walked back and forth a couple of times, pretending to look for something...
Then I got bored.
I got up, seized him by the collar and pushed him down violently on the bed.
'Your clothes. Take them off.'
He nodded, then rolled off the bed in his hurry and obeyed as fast as he could, tripping on his underwear stupidly. He tried to get back onto the bed but I kicked him off, leaving him on his knees at its side, while I slowly got undressed. I had thought of letting him do it a couple of times in the past, but then realized it was a nonsense. It would be like if he somehow had control over my superior body and I didn't want that to happen.
Ever.
Then I pulled him back unto the bed, managing to immobilize his wrists by holding them firmly against the mattress with my large, strong hands. Damn his pleading face was sexy from my point of view. Of course, I had made him learn to act that way during sex. I bent down and gave him a long, wet, imperious kiss, then lowered until I reached 'his' spot. Only I knew about it because, well, I had found it before anyone else did. He confirmed it by letting out a little shriek that was rather feminine. Then I got tired. I was hard from the moment we had entered the room and I decided I wouldn't wait for him to give me his blessing or something.
I enjoyed getting his almost perfect silky hair all messy. Putting his hands under my knees so he still couldn't move them, I tightly grabbed a patch of his hair as he grunted and forced my way into his mouth.
Damn I loved watching this cutie suck and almost choke on my penis, seeing his distorted and sweaty face that looked better than pretty much anything in this world when I pulled out just early enough to get it sticky with my sperm, and how submissive he seemed with his hair tangled with cum, sweat, and effort I had put in it.
I had enough stamina to get into more action, but I decided not to, so I quickly put on my pants, sat on my bed and grabbed a book.
Not that I was tired.
I just knew he hated it when I did this. Next time I knew he'd act like he didn't want to. Which meant more fun for me.
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'What did he say ?'
Hermione wasn't exactly trying to hide her excitement. She vainly tried looking at Harry as she watched Cedric almost running out of the library.
'Well...' Harry stole a glance at the Captain. 'Nothing much. His friend wanted him to go, for some reason and he barely had the time to tell me he'd give it a try.'
'Ohhhhh !' she said, looking rather impressed.
'Damn it Hermione ! It's now the news of the year ! You said you'd help us and I'm in trouble !' Ron hissed, still pouting, his arms crossed.
'Funny how you weren't interested at all like a minute ago.'
Harry stayed with them for a while before he got annoyed with their fighting. Half the people in the library were glaring at them.
