August 14th, 2015

Kuala Lumpur, Malaysia

I was brought to a club by some of my mates, Theo, Kevin, and Stacy. I had nothing fun to do there, because Kevin and Stacy would end up sucking face (and probably more) by the end of the night, and Theo would bring home a girl who was out of his level. I'd be left on the couch, alone, as always.

So I was going to get drinks for us, in an attempt to ignore the fact that everyone else would get laid tonight.

"Pardon, Angel." I swaggered- well, as much as I could swagger while a little bit blasted- up next to a girl wearing a short white dress. I bumped into her shoulder, technically not pure She was sipping something that looked fruity, her platinum blonde hair was short, a pixie cut. I had meant to order drinks but as she turned around I realized that drinks, and my friends could wait.

She responded, she sounded surprised, but almost pleased. She smirked at me, like she could see through every layer of me, and said, "Well, hullo. Are you ze devil?"

She had a slight French accent, which made her sound like she might be the queen of the fucking world. I laughed, "The one and only."

"You don't look it." She shook her head, then looked me up and down. My bright blue hair was tousled, I was wearing a t-shirt and shorts. I looked like a muggle with a weird affinity for hair dye. "You must be in disguise."

She winked and my heart melted right there. I would've been a pool on the floor of the club if it weren't for the bar I was leaning against. Of course, at this moment, Theo decided he desperately couldn't wait for drinks and jumped on me. I tried to shrug him off, but she turned with a tinkling laugh and said "I'll see you around."

I nodded, a little dumbstruck.

…

Sometime around midnight, I stumbled out into an alley. I wanted a smoke, it was a bad habit I picked up the previous year while trying to look cool. I placed one between my lips, breathed in and out as I lit it with the tip of my wand. I had turned seventeen a few months prior, and was about to go into my seventh year at Ilvermorny.

I was here in Malaysia researching tapir, with Theo and Stacy. Kevin was our next door neighbor who Stacy kept trying to deny she was into, so we kept dragging him along when we went out and they kept on sleeping together, only to ignore one another the next day.

Theo and I couldn't figure out the charm to get our TV working, so this was much needed entertainment.

The door beside me creaked open and out spilled the angel from earlier. She looked like she was going somewhere, fast, but when she saw me leaning against the building she paused for a second.

"What are you smoking?" She asked hesitantly.

"Marb reds, I'm a very basic young man, you see." I replied. I felt like I just had a shot of felix felicis.

"Erm, can I uh, what's the word where you want to take a cigarette and smoke it?"

"You want to bum one?" I laughed, pulling one out.

"Yes, can I bum one please?" She nodded a little sloppily, smiling and accepting it. She started to pull out a little lighter, but I slurred out, "Do you need a bum fuck?"

Fuck, she's French, she probably doesn't know what that is. She scrunched her nose up a little and said, "That's not my style, but thanks, I guess."

"No, I didn't mean, er, that. Here." I placed my hands on either side of her face as I stepped forwards. I lifted my own cigarette to my lips, leaving one hand with its thumb stroking her cheek. She held the cigarette between her teeth as I pressed the lit end of mine against it, and she watched with amusement as it lit up.

"Thank you, devil-man." She smiled as she blew smoke out.

"You're very welcome, angel."

She turned and leaned against the wall with me, and we continued, ashing into the alleyway as we smoked.

"Where are you from?"

"Er, America, I guess." I wasn't sure what exactly I should say, because I had moved to America when I was six, but before that I lived in England with my dad. Well, technically it was Harry, but I had always called him dad, and even when my nana had explained he wasn't really my dad, I still wanted to call him dad.

I was moving back in with him after this summer, though. Nana was sick and I needed a place to stay. Theo's family had offered, but I missed my dad and I missed England, and I only got to see him once a year for Christmas, even if I talked to him most days on the phone.

I felt a little bit like I was abandoning my grandmother, who had taken me away so that he could raise his family with relative normalcy. She always said she wanted me to have a real family some day, one that I didn't have to hide from the world, the way she had to hide hers and the way my father had to hide his.

But when she got sick I pointed out that the best treatment was going to be St. Mungo's, and if she was there I might as well come back to England and do my last year at Hogwarts.

Plus, then I could see dad and Ginny and all the Weasleys whenever I wanted.

"You?" I heard myself saying, coming up from my nostalgia trip. "Here and there, but I go to school in France."

"France, must be fun. What do you study at school?"

"Oh, all the usual subjects." In my mind I laughed, the usual subjects for magical students were things like charms and potions, and she studied things like English and maths. I sometimes thought those things would be useful, but I had a wand and much better things to do.

"How'd you end up in Malaysia, if you go to school in France?" I prodded.

"My parents are here now, studying something ancient in Malacca, something to do with Dutch pirates. My mum and I are here for the weekend in Kuala Lumpur, she actually brought me out, but she got tired and told me to just come home when I was ready.

What kind of luck did this girl have? A mother who brought her to clubs. Huh. Nana and dad would be appalled by what I'm doing right now. "Your mum sounds like a lot of fun."

"Oh, she isn't usually. She works for the bank, but she's much too smart to pull anything past, and I'm too scared of her to try it. I think she knew I wanted to do something stupid anyway and wanted to know where I would be in the morning."

"I'm stupid." I responded cheekily. I can't help it, she's really pretty and I have no impulse control with my words when I'm drunk, and I always end up putting my foot in my mouth. "Er, fuck, I mea-"

I was cut off by her laughing and stepping forwards, pressing her body against mine. She was tall, but I still had a solid half a foot on her. She looked a little muscular, lithe almost, and had these incredible hips that I wanted to paw at for hours.

"What exactly did you mean?" She looked at me up and down with a small smile, trailing a finger down my chest.

Should I have added a little bulk there? Fuck, I can't change that now, can I?

I let my hands slip to her hips as I pushed my thigh between her legs. The skirt of her dress, which was flowy, unlike the top part, which clung to her like a magnet, bunched up a little, and at her smirk I turned us around so she was against the wall.

I placed one hand on her waist and the other on her ass as I picked her up to pin her properly, her hands moving to my neck and bright blue eyes opening in surprise as I ground against her ever so slightly.

Then she kissed me, and I knew I was a fucking goner.

We were on one another like white on bread, pushing and pulling, and she got worked up rather quickly. I'd like to take credit for that, but it might've also been the alcohol.

I was also worked up, emphasis on the up.

I felt her moaning into my mouth, so I pulled back, still rolling her hips into mine in a steady cycle, and started kissing her neck. Her fingers ran through my hair as she started panting slightly. I had no idea how she was that fucking hot.

I'd gotten rather hot and heavy with a few girls before, but none of them were like this. This was like if Aphrodite herself was about to come because of me. I was hard as a rock, and not fully sure I had the manners not to come myself.

She rammed her hips against me a little harder, so I pulled her legs up around my waist and pressed myself into her. The only thing separating us were her pants, my pants, and some incredibly thin shorts. I rocked against her again and again, and she whispered "fuck, right there", so I figured that I had not only found her clit, I was pressing myself against her, even if it was through clothes.

I was rather proud when she pulled my face back up to kiss me, biting down gently on my lower lip as her grinding came to a stop. Fuck, I didn't want it to stop. It was just the right amount of friction and head and gorgeousness.

Then she rolled her hips again and I tensed, not realizing how close I had been. For a moment everything was perfect.

Then I realized I had creamed my pants in front of a girl I hardly knew.

Her legs were still around my waist, it was possible she hadn't noticed. I tried to keep her there as I reached for my wand to scourgify it, so I kissed her, keeping her up against the wall.

Then she whispered breathily "Did you just cum?"

There was no hiding it. "Yeah, you were really fucking hot and moaning and pressed up against me and, uh, yeah."

"Good." She said. She looked a little smug. "You can vanish it if you want, I cannot imagine it would be comfortable to stand around like that. Or to have to explain it to whomever you go home with."

"I'm not going home wi-" I paused. She just said I could vanish it. "I'm sorry, where did you say you went to school again?"

A weird question, but if the answer was what I thought was, she'd get it. I was right. "Beauxbatons." She nodded up to my hair, pulling out her lighter again, but when she clicked it, it turned into a wand.

She pointed at my pants and all evidence of thirteen-year-old-like ejaculation was gone. "How'd you know?" I asked.

"When you, er, died a little your hair turned black and straight." She looked pointedly up and down. "And your face was much prettier for a moment."

I always forget that my natural looks are 'pretty'. High cheekbones and blue-green eyes, and the Black family hair. I looked almost like my Uncle Sirius, which was weird, because I'm like ninety-five percent sure that he and my father dated at some point.

Ah, wizards. We can't get anything right, can we?

"Oh. I didn't even realize. I'm a metamorphmagus, we can-" I started to explain, but I was cut off.

"Change appearance at will. I'm a veela, not an idiot." She finished for me, her eyebrow raised.

I looked her up and down. I didn't realize veelas could do magic, aside from their natural seduction.

"Metamorphmagi really aren't common in the States, I've never met someone who has even heard of them before. I didn't mean to man-splain it, sorry." I looked up at her as she rolled her eyes in acceptance of my apology. We probably should've gone in by now, we were just standing there, not even smoking. I pulled out my pack again and wordlessly we went through the same routine of lighting them.

I've never seen a veela who knew magic."

"It's complicated, devil-man."

"Explain it to me? Over coffee?"

She looked around, almost conspiratorially. "I'd love to, but for right now I have to get home."

She pressed a chaste kiss to my cheek, then disentangled herself from me. She spun, and I looked away, not wanting to see my angel leave.