Chapter 2: 'Pigwarts'
The trip to Hogwarts was swift. We took a large blue carriage there, pulled by Abraxan Horses.
Quite grotesque if you ask me. The horses, large and unsightly.
The journey was uneventful, we each had our own rooms so I was left undisturbed. We eventually arrived at our destination.
From the air, Hogwarts looked ancient and deserted. Already I did not like the school, it did not look homey, comfortable or regal.
We strode up to the castle shortly after landing. Once we reached the entrance hall I quickly took notice of the large selection of boys who were in attendance.
I was mortified at the way some of these 'English Apes' were looking at me. But I also took great delight in it, mainly because it angered the females in attendance, as well as my own classmates.
Eventually we entered "The Great Hall", if you can even call it that. Exactly what I expected from the English, no taste. An oak and mossy brown mess hall.
We were seated at the far right table, and the other school: Durmstrang came in, being seated on the exact opposite end of the hall.
The senile old Headmaster began saying incoherent and senseless words in there crude language.
I noticed Viktor Krum amongst the Durmstrang students, he seemed equally disgusted with this school as I was. I briefly entertained the idea of attempting to seduce him. I would surely be the envy of the entire school to be seen with such a famous figure.
But my attention was quickly stolen by another boy. I must interject and say it is quite exciting being around all these boys for once. Maman and Papa would never approve!
At the table next to us sat the most beautiful creature I had ever seen. So frail, so elegant, so arousing...
Yes, you! You shall be mine this year. No! You WILL be mine this year!
A boy, no older than fourteen, very thin in appearance with a skeletal chest and body tight against his school sweater. (He was surely wearing size small) And a cloak wrapped splendidly around his sculpted shoulders.
His face, so gaunt, small and smooth. There was no indication of hair anywhere on his face other than his bushy eyebrows and long eyelashes! His hair was a marvelous shade of black, and descended down to his lower-neck with small curls at the end, his almond-shaped eyes were emerald green jewels and his skin was light-tan. His ears had a small point at the end and his nose was slightly hooked, his lips were thin and looked sensual, his cheekbones were high and his eye-circles were dark. His chin was small and narrow, his jaw was very inward and high. His jaw-line was very sharp, prominent and his neck-skin taut around his small voice-box.
I noticed his wrists and hands were abnormally small and boney. And oh! His neck!
It could fit just perfectly in the palm of my hand...
HeHeHeHeHeHe. How I would love to choke you.
The Precious Beauty looked up and our eyes met. It was then I noticed the dark lightning-shaped scar on the right side of his forehead.
I gave him a seductive wink and flashed him a thorough smile.
HeHeHe. You quivered, sooo cute.
His whole body shivered, and his cheeks bloomed rosy-red in warmth as he immediately began assessing his shoes and fidgeting with his cloak.
Glancing back up every now and then to see if I was still watching.
I'll always be watching my love. Always.
But this time, it was his attention that was stolen. That bitch Laurel! She must've noticed me eyeing the boy. Because she got up and went to speak to him about the Bouillabaisse! OF ALL THINGS!
I shall pay you a visit tonight my sweet Lori!
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I approached her quietly. She must've heard me because she got up, but it was too late.
The axe lodged deep into the back of her head and blood splattered all over my face and robes. And then she sank, deep, deep, deep.
Sweet, Little Boy! Sweet, Sweet. Mmm, definitely sweeter than Bouillabaisse...
I was a mess and I needed to shower. The only problem was that I was out after curfew and needed to get back into the carriage without getting caught.
I walked around the back of the carriage and towards the entrance, the doors flew open as I neared.
I ducked behind some nearby shrubbery and observed who was stepping out this late.
Ariana, Mackenzie and Holly stepped out.
"Okay, we need to find Laurel! It's getting late and she hasn't come back yet." The black-haired harlot "Ariana" said.
"I'll check by the forest, you two go to the lake." Mackenzie retorted.
I snuck back into the carriage as the three embarked on their pointless quest. I made it to my room without a hitch and undressed.
I stepped into my personal bathroom and turned on the shower and let the warm water envelop my perfect body, washing off all the red...
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I sat in the Great Hall with all the other students on the day of the selection. Keeping my emotionless mask on of course.
The Pigwarts, oh excuse me. "Hogwarts" Headmaster stood and began speaking about glory and this and that.
I was far too distracted by my nails to care. They were cut very short, but I had put polish on them and was admiring the color. A beautiful shade of lavender.
"And now, the Champion selection! All champions, once you have been selected, please stand next to one another at the front of the hall, thank you." Boomed the old man.
At this I instantly perked up and listened intently.
The Goblet of Fire (A fancy name for such a crude, boring object) began stirring and spat out a scrap of paper.
The old Headmaster grabbed it with unusual grace and read it aloud.
"The Hogwarts Champion is Cedric Diggory!"
Applause rained in and I noticed a very handsome boy stand up from one of the many tables and make his way towards his Headmaster.
Soon as he was standing in formation as the Goblet spat out another name.
"The Durmstrang Champion is Viktor Krum!"
I saw Viktor stand up and approach the headmaster lazily. He didn't seem too interested. It was as if he was used to this sort of thing.
Finally the last name was out and I began to stand as the senile old Headmaster read it aloud.
I knew it would be me, especially now that Laurel was gone. She was my only possible competition since she was Head-Girl. Also she attempted to flirt with my love on the day of our arrival; that was simply unforgivable.
Yes Maxine had searched for her all day, but they'd never find her body at the bottom of the lake!
"The Beauxbâtons Champion is-"
By this point I had fully stood up.
"Fleur Delacour!"
I confidently strode up to the front and took my rightful place in the line-up.
Then something interesting happened...
The Goblet surprisingly spat out a fourth name. The crude object must have made a mistake.
The Headmaster mumbled something barely audible than looked around with a surprising fire in his eyes.
"HARRY POTTER!"
Interesting...
I looked around and saw my beloved hesitant to get up until a bushy-haired harlot sitting next to him pushed him up.
He walked with a noticeable limp up to his Headmaster, who was in turn staring him down.
I noticed the boy gulp. The way his delicate voice box went up and then went down.
Mmm. That'll be fun to squeeze.
Soon the boy was standing next to Cedric.
It seems I can show my school how much better I am then them in more ways than one. Through means involving a vulnerable little boy...
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It was late at night and I was striding through the castle. All the students had gone to bed. I traversed the castle for hours, getting lost in its large winded corridors and secret alleys.
I was so bored out of my mind in that bloody carriage and unable to sleep. It must've been two or three in the morning. I wandered into what seemed to be an ancient classroom, unused for hundreds of years.
As soon as my eyes focused I noticed something peculiar.
A ray of moonlight shone through a window and shined upon a large mirror. And in front of it there was a boy, seated in a chair.
I silently approached him and looked at him through the mirror. It was Harry Potter.
He noticed my presence because he turned around immediately.
"Wha- who are- how did you find me?!" He asked incredulously, as if he was in trouble.
I smiled flirtatiously at him.
"Relax Mon Cher. I deedn't know zhou were ere."
He seemed to remember who I was because he blushed and looked back at the mirror.
I put my arms on his shoulders, to which he looked down and blushed further.
I began deeply massaging his shoulders.
"Oh. You don't have t-. Oh! ...god that feels good." He said the last part rather quietly but I heard anyways.
I smiled seductively as I took great pleasure in watching his face revel silently in the ecstasy of relief. He was savoring this, but was extremely nervous at the same time.
"I-I'm Harry by the way." He managed to say in between repressed moans.
"Fleur." I said simply in response.
"This is the Mirror of Erised. It's supposed to show you your heart's greatest desires. But Dumbledore removed the enchantments so it doesn't work anymore."
Really? Because I see exactly what I desire... You Under Me.
"I guess it was because I kept searching for it. Heh heh. He sort of had to remove them."
Eventually I stopped massaging Harry and he got up. We stood close to each other, the moon-light giving us view of our faces.
Our faces were but a few inches apart. I noticed I must've been taller than him by at least one inch.
I cocked my head to the side and stared deeply into his emerald orbs. He began sweating and blushing profusely at my soul-piercing gaze.
He looked down, only to be greeted with the sight of my perfect body clothed only in my tight night-clothes.
Probably deeming it inappropriate to leave his gaze to linger there, he looked up at the ceiling. I'm sure only to realize how awkward that must be.
Yes soon enough you will be looking up at me like that. Only from deep underneath.
He looked back at me and realized I was still assessing him. I noticed him gulp, the same way he had in front of Dumbledore. His lips were so thin and small.
I'll give you plenty to gulp down on soon my Precious little boy.
I moved to his ears and whispered from a hair breadth away.
"I weel see zhou later..." I said as I trailed his frail arm with my fingers. His ear felt my breath and he shuddered in ecstasy.
I backed away, gave him a wink and walked confidently out of the classroom. Making sure there was more sway to my hips than usual.
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