Chapter 7: Crazy, Stupid Love
"You're kidding right?" Elena felt like she had stopped breathing.
"One hundred percent certain."
Elena could feel blood draining from her face. Should she just run? Maybe that's her only choice.
"Petrificus Totalus," He said.
Every limb in her body froze, as if someone had bind her with ropes to the bed. "Damon. What the hell?"
"Full body bind curse." He chuckled.
"Are you insane? Or a serial murderer. Seriously body binding."
Well, promise me you will not run, if I let you go." He argued.
"Damon."
"Elena."
"Okay, fine, promise. Now let me go." She hissed.
"Fine. Release." He tapped her hand and the invisible ropes untied her.
"Are those… no… Hannah Montana posters?" She said as she looked around.
He looked at the corner where the bathroom door was supposed to be and saw scraps of some posters, still pasted to the wall.
"Uh, no."
"Yes, that's Hannah Montana!" Elena let out loud giggles as she moved out of the bed to get a closer look.
Damon slapped his forehead, muttering something about how he had forgotten to tell the house elves to get rid of those.
"Really, Salvatore, Hannah Montana?"
"I bought them at some American store, last year." He rolled his eyes. "I don't care for her, I just wanted to put it up on the walls, empty walls basically scream serial killer." He tried to reason.
But she was still laughing.
"Stop, Gilbert."
But she didn't. Instead she started to look around more.
"Ay, where you going? No, Gilbert, don't go there. Elena. Elena. Stop." But it was too late, she was already close to the dresser. And she spotted exactly what he never wanted her to see.
"Is that Victoria Secret's love spell body lotion?" She said as she picked up a purple bottle. Then she looked back at him and laughed while he looked as if teen who'd just been caught masturbating by his mother.
Horrified and so embarrassed.
"It smells like rose petals gently falling on a lagoon at sunset, and it is somehow so much better at healing cracked hands than anything marketed specifically for guys." He spoke so robotically that she just laughed harder and harder.
"But it's for girls." She spoke in between the fits of laughter.
"We live in 21st century, Gilbert. This is a gender fluid world." He argued.
"Whatever. God, this is a goldmine." She said as she poked around to embarrass his more about something.
"Gilbert, we're not here for this." He held her hand.
"So, what are we here for?" She asked, pulling her hand out of his grasp, only to find her other wrist grasped in his hand.
"I have some questions."
She rolled her eyes, but then sighed and walked back to the bed with him.
"So, did you really use me to make Stefan jealous?" he asked, what she was afraid he'd ask.
She wanted to deny oh-so-much. But the words just flowed out, "Yes."
She could see hurt on his face.
"Let me explain."
He pursed his lips, letting her continue.
"I was crazy okay. Stefan cheated on me with April and then you kept shoving it on my face, you insulted me in front of the entire school." The heartbreak in her tone was evident. "So I did what I did. I tried to... attract you to me, I wanted you to like me, I wanted you to have feelings for me, so I can break your heart too,"
Damon scoffed.
"Fine, it didn't work." She kept talking, "but at least, well, it worked on Stefan, he was jealous. So that's all. Now you know the truth, happy?" She stood up and was about to walk away but he held her hand and pulled her back.
She landed on his lap, her hands around his neck, shocked, astounded by his move.
"It worked. I'm attracted to you. I like you. I have feelings for you." His eyes were staring into hers. And she knew he wasn't lying, because they were both under the influence of truth potion.
"That's… impossible." She jumped back to her feet, stepping forward, flabbergasted by his confession. "If you liked me… why'd you always be so mean to me, why'd you always hurt me?" She recalled how he'd always hurt her, how he'd always demeaned her.
"because… because you were just too beautiful. Elena, I… I just… whenever I look at you, I feel like my heart is racing, every time we talk, I want the time to stop and the moment to never end, I wanted to keep you away from me, because you are far better than me, because I never wanted to ever feel for you,"
"What are you talking about?" Elena turned to face him.
"Elena Gilbert. I… I have always liked you so much. Ever since the day I have seen you. But then the fucking sorting hand put you in Gryffindor and I found out you're a muggle born and I-. If I fall for you, then you're going to be it. And that scares the shit out of me," He confessed again. "The future-,"
"Never." Elena spoke before he would. "That's just impossible."
"Yeah." He said, biting his lower lip. "It's impossible."
He fell on the bed, hiding his face in his hands.
"Well, we could try to be friends." She spoke, sitting on the bed. "Just because you're a slytherin and I'm a Gryffindor, doesn't mean, we have to be enemies."
He removed his hands from his face and put them behind his head, angling himself up. "Are you friend-zoning me?"
She let out a chuckle. "As if you have a choice. If you refuse, I'll tell everyone that you have Hannah Montana posters inside your room and you use Victoria secret's body lotion."
"You would never." He rose a brow.
"I'd be writing an article about it on Witch Weekly. Minister of Magic's son use Victoria's Secret's body lotion." She joked.
He tried to catch her; but she laughed and prattled, she defied and evaded him. They chased and laughed among the chairs, and around the table, until they had to rest, panting, on the bed, next to each other, still huge smiles on their face.
They talked for hours, never noticing how the night was drowning and there was just one hour to dawn.
"I mean, okay, women underwear is like comfortable and the one for guys are so comfortable." He complained and she felt like her cheeks were going to hurt from laughing so much.
They had talked so much. Literally about everything. His family. Her family. His hobbies. Her hobbies. The places he had visited. The places she had visited. His horrible dates. Her horrid dates. His favorite things. Her favorite things. And they found that they had a lot in common.
"Well, at least you guys have pockets in your pants, they don't make pockets for girl robes." She countered.
"We should probably do a petition of some sort. There should be pockets in witch's robes."
She let out a chuckle again at his suggestion.
"I think there are pockets in the robes that we bought for the ball." She pointed out.
They could literally go on hours, talking about non-sense and they'd both never get tired.
"yeah, that ball." Damon said, somehow lost in a memory.
"What happened?"
"Last year, at the ball, you looked really beautiful." He was suddenly very serious, not a hint of joke on his face.
The smile slid from her face, noticing the intensity of the moment. "Really."
"Yes." He whispered.
She tucked a strand behind her ear.
"I couldn't take my eyes off you. Pink suits you." He complemented.
Her eyes were down cast, maybe she was nervous, maybe she was shy, but she just couldn't stare into his eyes anymore. She could feel butterflies in her stomach.
"And you were dancing with him." He continued.
"Huh."
"Stefan. You were dancing with Stefan." He spoke as if the memory still hurt him.
She finally looked up to his eyes. They had some strange emotion in them, she couldn't point it out.
"I have never hated anyone so much. I hated him. He had the most beautiful girl in his arms, he had the girl of my dreams in his arms and I couldn't do anything about it. I could only look. I could only wish." He couldn't stop the words coming out of his mouth, the truth potion was still full on its effect.
"you…"
"I was so jealous."
Elena then leaned in enough closer, her lips were now just inches from his. Biting his lip, he suddenly placed both his hands on her butt and pulled her closer, their faces only a little apart.
"Damon," She murmured his name.
Why did she had to say his name like that? Oh, he was so hard.
Their lips crashed against each other, creating a volatile mix of lust and adrenaline. They stared kissing madly, forgetting the world around them. Before she could move her lips away, he pulled her tightly against him and forced his tongue into her hot, moist mouth. She sucked his tongue, moaning, sending a vibration down his body.
He only let go her mouth to breathe, while they panted. Then, while she gasped, he kissed the curve of her neck, nuzzling her soft skin as she shuddered sensuously. He trailed back up to her mouth and while he kissed her lunged and deep, he moved under her blouse and then down to her skirt, unhooked, unzipped, unbuttoned.
He kissed, every inch of her body, every ounce of her soul. He sucked on her jaws, every inch of her neck, her breasts, her torso, her hips, the one spot on her that made her toes curl and kissed every inch of her all the way back up to lips. Licking, nibbling, sucking, on her clit and gave her orgasms over and over. He sucked her breasts until they were sore. She kept moaning his name and he loved it.
He kept whispering in her ear how he had always imagined this. How he always wanted her under him? How he wanted to fuck her within an inch of her life whenever she'd argue with him. How he always imagined he'd take her. He said so many dirty things to her, and she enjoyed it.
She returned the favor, kissing his forehead, his cheeks, his eyes, his neck, all the way down, and then sucked him off. Weirdly it wasn't dirty, it was love.
Was it love? Because it sure felt like it. He just never wanted to end. 'Stop putting a label on everything' He scolded himself. But this was heaven. He'd slept with girls, he had his fair share of girlfriends, but this was different. It wasn't just sex.
As he closed his eyes, he entered her, slowly at first, inch by inch, pushing further, until he was fully inside. Damon felt complete, like this was it. He wanted to be inside her forever. He thought.
"I don't want this to end, Elena. God, you're so perfect." He whispered.
"don't stop, Damon. Don't." She pleaded.
"You're so fucking beautiful, Elena. You're perfect." He kept murmuring.
Elena had never felt so full, and complete. What was this!
He fucked her like there was no tomorrow, like he'd die the next second, like his life depended on it, and when they orgasmed, it was maddening.
They looked at each other for a long awhile, after that, and fell asleep.
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When Damon woke up, Elena had already left. She had left a note though. "I give up. Magic is better."
Damon looked around the room, smirking as he remembered the events of last night. But then it hit him. "Did she just… walk out on me after we slept."
He picked up his shirt, wore it, and buttoned it. "Oh, no, you don't, Gilbert, this isn't over."
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She couldn't look him in the eye when he entered the class. His eyes travelled the class, seeking for someone and then landed on her. The events of last night came before her eyes. She could feel blush creeping on her cheeks.
"Elena." Bonnie said.
But she couldn't hear anything, her eyes still locked with Damon's.
"ELENA." Bonnie nudged her.
"Ah. What?" She said, flabbergasted.
"Where are you?"
"Oh, sorry."
"She's been acting so weird since the morning." Caroline commented.
"What! No. Why'd I be weird? You're weird, Care. Why are you so weird!" Elena spoke swiftly, nervous.
Damon smirked. Oh, good. Sweet Elena is nervous. She certainly wasn't nervous last night when she was riding him. Oh, so the Gryffindor goddess was a minx under sheets and lady on streets.
"Damon Salvatore is looking at you." Bonnie whispered to Elena.
Elena's hands shook nervously as she peeked from her hair to see if she was saying the truth.
"Damon?" Enzo interrupted.
"Huh."
"You're staring again."
"Shut up, Enzo."
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Elena was picking up the ingredients for the potion practice when Damon came in front of her, blocking her path, and all she could imagine was his shirtless body.
"D-Damon."
"Hey sexy." He whispered. "So why did you walk out on me in the morning."
"I… I didn't want anyone to notice I was gone the night." She answered, her hands were shaking, the shrimps were going to fall of her tray.
"Why are you nervous?"
"I'm not nervous." She replied.
"This is so cute. You're being shy. But you weren't so shy last night, when I was sucking on your-,"
"Shh." She put her palm on his mouth, her eyes wide with shock and embarrassment. "That never happened."
"It did happen, Elena."
"No, it didn't."
"We had sex. Mind blowing sex. And I want more."
Elena looked down, her face red.
"What are you two still doing there. Get back to your tables." Snape shouted from the back.
"I want to see you today."
"I don't want to see you." She said as she walked away.
"Meet me again."
"Go away, Damon, someone will see us." Elena spoke through her teeth as she settled her table.
"Come to the library, today, after DADA class,"
"What if I don't!"
"I'll kiss you in the common room in front of all your friends. And then everyone will know we are together."
"Shh. Don't. Fine, I'll come."
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Elena was smiling to herself, as she walked to the ground. Okay, did she really like Damon, yes she did. But after last night, she just somehow felt like, she liked him more than just like. Maybe she had feelings for him. They just connected somehow.
But she wasn't going to meet him. Oh, no she won't. She knew Caroline was on her tail and there was no way, she'd give her something to gossip. And maybe by then she'll finally figure out what she really feels for Damon.
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Because Elena was afraid, Damon would actually do what he had threatened her with, she decided she'd not go to the big hall and instead have dinner at her common room.
"He was so pissed." She heard Bonnie talk. "He even shouted at his friends."
"Who?" Elena asked.
"Damon Salvatore." Caroline replied. "He's been acting so weird. I saw him in library today. He was there for no reason, for an hour."
"Maybe he was studying." Elena reasoned.
"No, he wasn't. He was just pacing around in different sections. Maybe he was waiting for someone. Say, Elena, what was Damon whispering to you in potions." Caroline asked for the tenth time today.
"he was being typical Damon, annoying me." Elena acted, unaffected but she knew Caroline was suspicious. Unfortunately, Caroline somehow saw her coming back in the morning, with her wild sex hair and torn clothes. She had asked Elena for details but Elena lied and said she was busy with quidditch and of course, she didn't accept that excuse.
"Hmm." Caroline folded her arms on her chest.
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Damon was just around the corner, from where he could see Elena talk to her friends while she wrote the scroll that Snape had given them. He knew they'd come to library today, even Bonnie would need help in Moon Skin Spells.
"Go look in the forbidden section." Bonnie instructed Elena.
"Okay." She said, totally unaware that she was being followed.
She walked to a further aisle, lost in searching for a book.
"Here it is." She thought as she reached for a book.
"Hey, let me help." She heard a voice she could never forget.
She turned to find Damon only inches away from her, his trademark smirk on his face. "Hello Elena."
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So, quick update for all you guys because of the lovely reviews.
I hope you like the chapter. This is inspired by the movie 'Crazy Stupid Love' I imagined the scene like Hannah-Jacob bed scene.
I gave you a full DE chapter with lemons, so I need good reviews too! Please do review. Tell me what you liked and all, do you like DE here. What do you think about characters?
Spoiler: Delena major fight. Ministry of magic finally passes the bill. What will DE do!
