Lost ft. Noname Gypsy by Chance the Rapper


A second year Ravenclaw, Peter Langley, had come in with some harsh burns on his arm from some horrible Dark Arts lesson. He came in here pretty frequently. He was short for his age and thin as a rail. His hair was the same color of his skin, pale, and he had large blue eyes and small lips. He was quiet, but extremely clever and witty. Leia had become good friends with him, but she wished he wasn't in here every other day. He was a constant target for both of the Carrows, probably because he was physically small and passive against violence. He seemed to still keep a somewhat positive attitude, like today, he seemed very content.

"Even though I come in here all of the time, you have to admit I'm pretty tough." He said wincing a little as Leia spread a burn paste liberally on his arm.

"I think it's because you come in here all of the time that you're tough." She said laughing.

"But I don't think other people understand that I'm a tough guy. I'm just little."

"You should start punching people in the neck. Then they would know you're tough."

"But I'm not tall enough to punch people in the neck. I'd have to jump or something."

"You could punch them in the lower genitalia region."

"I wouldn't want my hands anywhere near their lower genitalia region." He said with a disgusted look on his face.

"Ugh, Peter you're right, as always… and I'm done with you. You're free." She said as the paste fully dissolved and his skin was healed.

"Free!" he said as he got up from the bed. "Bye Leia."

"Bye Peter. Hopefully I won't see you soon."

When he walked out the door, her smile faded. She was alone in the room again. Her hours were awkward because she'd either have a full room of patients to watch over or none at all. It was hard to predict when the Carrows would start hurting students, so she never knew when they would come rushing in.

She went into her corner of the room, which was hidden by a curtain, and laid down on her bed. She was crawling up the walls of this room, but knew she couldn't leave. The only place she had been outside of this room was back into the small room in the back of the Hog's Head to buy more wine off Aberforth. He seemed to pity her situation.

Her only excitement was when the guys would come in to do Potterwatch occasionally. It was nice to hear Lee Jordan's voice again, something that was so oddly familiar to her, and Fred Weasley's face was always good to see. Most of the time their altercations were awkward, but a refreshing change of pace.

Luckily Neville kept bringing in books from the library for her. She had never asked or mentioned that she hadn't brought enough books to fully occupy her free time, but Neville seemed to know. He brought in the most random books too. Some on herbology, some on potions, some magic fairy tales, some history.

Some students, DA members, would come to visit her pretty regularly, outside of their injuries. For example, Ginny walked in a few minutes after Peter left.

"Ginny!" Leia said, perking up. It was always nice to talk to her because she was kind of catty, in a way that Leia appreciated. Ginny waved and let herself in.

"I hate Muggle Studies more than my period." She said plopping herself face down next to her on Leia's bed.

"Well, it makes you just as cranky as your period." Leia said lightly.

"I would rather bleed out of my vagina then have Professor Alecto Carrow tell us how muggles are pigs over and over again. Even if she were right, we cover the same propaganda material over and over again."

"At least get some variety in your prejudice."

"Exactly." She said flipping herself over so she lay on her back. "So how long have you been a nurse here?"

"Six weeks."

"Alright, you've been here six weeks and you still haven't taken Neville's virginity? Come on already!"

Leia rolled her eyes.

"We don't even know if he's a virgin! And I don't know if I want to take his virginity. That's such a weird concept, taking someone's first sexual experience. I might be a lot of things, but I'm not a thief, that's for sure."

Ginny laughed.

"So do you not want to sleep with him?"

"Well, I do, he's been such a great friend towards me and he really has amazing character. It doesn't hurt that he's gotten so attractive in the last year or so, but I'm sure he's figured it out that I use sex as a way to avoid my feelings and I don't think I want to use him in that way."

"He really likes you though. I can tell. It's killing him that he can't talk about you all of the time, so instead he's here talking to you all of the time."

Leia snorted.

"Well, other than you and Peter Langley, he is my number one visitor…"

"No, I will not have sex with you." Neville said professionally, later that night.

"What?" Leia asked, stunned. She had never been denied sex before. Leia Allen was 5 foot 7 inches, a size 4, 32C, with a symmetrical face, nice hair, and high cheekbones. More importantly, she had a vagina. These types of things rarely happened to someone of her stature.

"I said, no, I will not have sex with you." Neville repeated, getting off the bed.

"What? Why?" Leia felt like she just got punched in the stomach. "Is it because you're a virgin and you want your first time to be 'special'?" She said adding finger quotations.

That was a low blow, but Leia was not prepared for this type of rejection, or any type of rejection for that matter. Neville blushed furiously.

"It has nothing to do with that. You've told me openly that you use sex as a way to avoid your feelings. I'm not going to continue that cycle."

"But it's an awesome cycle." She said sounding dumber and dumber as this conversation went on. Neville furrowed his brows at her comment.

"Is this a joke to you? Sex is a very private and intimate experience. It's not something to throw around."

"So, what, you think I'm a slut?" Leia said louder than she had intended.

Neville sighed.

"Of course I don't Leia. I just think you are in a very emotional place right now and that you're trying to use me to elevate some of that pain. I won't let you use me to self-medicate."

Leia was mad, really mad.

How dare he assume that he understood what was happening in my life. He doesn't know anything about my life! He has no fucking idea what I'm going through right now. He's never even had sex before! Where the fuck does he get off thinking that he knows what's best for me?

She felt angry tears start to come out of her eyes.

"Do you not like me?" She said feeling dumber than she's ever felt. Leia was never one to seek out approval from anyone, especially not from boys. She hated saying those words.

"Leia-" He started.

"Do you think I'm ugly?" She asked, hoping this act would ensure her one night of forgetting her troubles.

"Leia, I-"

"Do I repulse you that much?"

Leia thought she would be okay with pity sex in this case.

"BLOODY HELL, LEIA!" Neville shouted in fury.

Leia was taken aback. She did not expect this.

"I know what you're trying to do Leia-"

"W-what are you talking about?"

"DAMNIT! You will not guilt me into having sex with you."

He saw right through her plan. She was silent for a moment.

"You realize, if not you, it'll be somebody else."

Leia could see the pain hitting Neville hard on the face. He swallowed and took a baby step forward. His mouth opened like he wanted to say something, but he closed it before he could. He looked away for a moment, trying to think. He looked back at her angrily. He closed his eyes for a second and when he opened them the anger was gone and replaced by worry. He walked back to Leia, who sat on the edge of the bed.

He leaned his head on her forehead while taking her hands.

"I'll only do this because I don't want anyone else to." He said quietly. "I'm selfish."

"I'm using your feelings against you." Leia replied. "I'm more selfish."

"I know."

He held her face as he kissed her gingerly. Leia slowly grabbed on to his shirt to pull him the tiniest bit closer. Leia bit lightly on his bottom lip to gain entrance to his mouth. She felt him gasp the tiniest bit as her tongue touched his. He tasted like October, like a warm spice, as she thought he would. She grabbed him from the back of his shirt to pull him flush against her. Her skin was hungry for warm body. Neville broke away and took a step back.

"I don't know what I'm doing. I think you're going to be disappointed."

Leia laughed and pretended like the last five minutes hadn't happened.

"I'll tell you what Neville, I love your honesty. Most people don't know what they're doing but will never admit it. But it's okay. I can teach you. Intimacy is a two way street, and every experience teaches both people something new. I will give you a tip: forget anything you've learned in porn or the media, because there is a huge difference between what looks good and what feels good. I'll tell you what works and what doesn't. Ask questions, I'll give you an answer."

Neville blushed like crazy.

"What should I do with my hands?" He asked, taking a step forward in between her knees.

"Touch me." She said throatily. "I don't like people touching my armpits, ears, belly button, or feet, and I don't do anal. So anywhere else."

"Good to know."

"Are you comfortable this way? Standing?"

"For now." He said before kissing her again with newfound confidence.

His hands went to the back of her legs and she wrapped her knees around him. Leia ground herself into him, and pulled his neck closer to her. He grabbed her ass to move her core into his own. She started crawling her fingers up Neville's shirt to find a surprisingly muscular chest. He pulled away for a moment, again.

"Can I take off your shirt?" He whispered.

"Yes." She whispered back. No one had ever asked her before.

He slowly peeled her t-shirt off her body and found her thin black bra staring back at him. She felt him get a bit harder.

"Can I-"

"Please." She said cutting him off.

He felt her through her bra, with large warm hands. Leia leaned back on her hands so he could get a better view. He pulled back the fabric and then put his mouth around a hard nipple. She moaned deeply and continued to grind herself into him. He continued to nibble for several more minutes, while playfully thumbing the other nipple, as Leia hastily tried to create more friction near her core.

"Now you're just teasing me, Neville." Leia said deeply.

"What?" He asked, looking up with a hint of fear in his voice. She shivered from the absence of his mouth.

"I want more." She said moving her hand down her body. "Touch me here."

"Here?" He asked, replacing Leia's fingers where her core is.

"Let me show you." She said, moving forward to stand up. She slid her jeans and panties down her sides, and Neville looked away, embarrassed.

"Neville, you've been great." She said holding his face in front of her own. "You've made me impatient for more."

"Really?" He asked skeptically.

"Feel this." She said taking his hand and guiding it towards her. "Fell how wet I am for you."

She shutters as he feels her slickness.

"You like that?" he asked with a curious sexuality.

She nodded at his rough hands. She sank back into the bed while he explored her folds. Her hips started moving on their own accord, and she gripped the bed sheets.

"Neville-"

Her voice was cut off by a very clear knock at the door that magically appeared at the other side of the room. After nine o'clock at night, it was required that Leia open the door herself. The door would only appear if there was an emergency.

"Shit." She said as she grabbed her wand to summon all of her clothes back on. Neville gathered himself slightly as she ran over to the door. She took a second to stop panting, and then she opened it without bothering to check who it was.

Leia had to cover her mouth from screaming. On the floor, face down and bleeding, was a rather tall and skinny teenage boy. He was moaning and coughing up blood. She panicked and levitated Draco Malfoy into a hospital bed.