r e v e n g e

-Life being what it is, one dreams of revenge. -Paul Guaguin-

"P-please, Harry!" you shudder and gasp. Damn feather, damn blindfold, damn being helpless and tied to a bed. Damn boyfriend. Damn idea.

You can feel him nip your collar bone and nerves twitch everywhere. He kisses you and you lose yourself in it, drawing yourself into it, but much too soon it is over and he is back to teasing you.

"Ginny, c'mon, you can't really mean that, that's totally cruel-"

"It's not cruel at all, Harry James Potter, it's the way things go in this life. Now, are you going to be cooperative, or are we going to do this the hard way?" Your eyes glint maliciously and Harry's emerald eyes dart to the old school ties in your left hand, to your black lace bra peeking between the buttons of your blouse, and back at the ties before he backs up onto the bed.

You snicker heartily as you lean in to kiss him. You're about to get your revenge.