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Chapter 10 - V - VI
I fucked up. I really fucked up. I almost ruined everything; I couldn't believe I'd been so bloody careless. Quite honestly, I wasn't expecting him to be so wary of my charms nor able to defend himself so quickly. I'd have to be more careful in the future. At least he never saw my face. Sure, he saw a face, but it wasn't my face. That was my saving grace.
I couldn't believe I had to stand there at that farce of a wedding and fucking smile. SMILE! As if I should be grateful I was included with their friends? I would love to give Hermione Granger away…to the Whomping Willow, but nope instead it was to Draco Malfoy. Ugh. When it comes down to it, I couldn't give a shite about Draco Malfoy. Yes, yes his father was a Death Eater and he was a horrid little bastard in school, but he didn't have anything to do with my vendetta. Not really. I mean, I suppose if Hermione Granger fell in love with him and Harry Potter befriended him, I could add him to the scenario, but he wasn't and never would be my main objective.
It was so easy slipping Imp into Pansy's drink. She'd never suspect me. No one would ever suspect me. I suppose I was getting a bit cocky about it all, but I'd already killed four people. I think once you hit a certain point, you're quite proud of your accomplishments. It was so bloody easy to flit around them as myself during the day and even easier when I was wearing Susannah.
I love being Susannah. She's feisty. She's sexy. She can get any man she wants and it's child's play. Plus, the rack on her doesn't hurt a bit either. I wondered if it was strange to be turned on by myself, but then I thought, she's not really me is she?
I knew I'd have to go back to Nox and that was pretty risky considering what had happened last time. I still can't believe that bloody Oliver Wood slipped me a mickey. Fucking tosser. Good riddance if you ask me.
Susannah had a meeting. It had taken much longer than I thought it would, but it was only a matter of time before Ludovic Bagman was begging me to meet him for drinks. Good ol' Ludo. I mean, he's still a bit of a smarmy bastard, a bit too eager, a bit greasy, but he was a means to an end. If I had any say in it, there was no way I was going to fuck disgusting Ludo Bagman, but I wasn't against putting on a bit of a show to get him exactly where I wanted him.
Ginny Weasley was going to play a starring role. She didn't know it of course. Susannah managed to bump into her in the Leaky Cauldron loo. That girl is one hot piece of arse. She doesn't know it of course. She hides behind her sexual prowess but there's a sadness in her eyes. I hate that I can see it. Probably because I mask my own inner turmoil.
It was a quick conversation of course, I mean, how long can you converse with a stranger in the loo? Ginny was super friendly and admired my dress. I looked absolutely smashing really. It was another short, sparkly little number which displayed all of my assets. She invited me for drinks and how could I resist that offer? It would be the perfect guise to lure in Ludo.
My knickers were wet with excitement. There was just something about holding all the power and knowing it. I truly did love to shower as Susannah. The hot water cascading down this incredibly hot body was a...well a perverted sort of foreplay but hey, a girl's gotta get her kicks where she can.
I had to return to Nox after that horrific Oliver Wood scandal. It didn't take long to suss out the waitress who had spiked my drink and I found myself making her a little deal. It didn't hurt that I was overly friendly either. She seemed to get off on it. It wasn't difficult to secure a table for three at eleven with her in my pocket. Galleons really do make the world go 'round.
I browsed through my collection of Susannah dresses trying to pick the perfect one. I definitely couldn't sport any house colours; that would be a red flag. I needed something subtle yet irresistible. Black, I decided. Black blends into crowds yet it's the cut of the dress that makes it sexy. I didn't want to go short and slinky, but I needed an edge. I found myself practically purring as I yanked a black bustier out of my wardrobe. The edges were pink ribbon and I knew it would go perfectly with this strange little skirt I'd purchased in Muggle London. It was black, of course but it was the stripes which made it intriguing. There were wide satiny stripes and in between the stripes, it was perfectly sheer. With a little magical adjustment, it showed off the bottom of my bum and if I moved just right, it would keep the attention directly on the apex of my thighs. It hit just below my knees and the dual slits over each leg simply added to the illusion. Within a few moments I was dressed, piling Susannah's blonde hair on top of my head in an organised chaos sort of coif. The hot pink peep toe heels completely the ensemble and I was ready to kill.
"I'm really surprised you wanted to catch a drink here. Nox isn't known for its high end clientele." Ginny Weasley gushed, clutching my arm.
I found myself smiling at her as we walked the short distance to the club. I liked to push my limits and tonight wasn't any different. I knew Ludo hadn't arrived yet, so what was stopping me from a bit of fun really? As the bouncer looked us up and down with a lustful glint in his blue eyes, my hand found its way on the small of Ginny's back. Her long red hair shone in the moonlight, swaying as we were walking through the door. I looked over my shoulder and the bouncer couldn't take his eyes off us, so I dipped my hand lower and gave her bum a soft squeeze.
I thought his eyes were going to bulge out of his head. Ginny flushed furiously, but didn't reprimand me, so I left my hand there. The slow movements of my thumb on her backside caused a delightful blush to speckle her cleavage.
I spotted our waitress the moment we arrive and we locked eyes. She nodded and inclined her head toward a hidden booth near the rear of the club. I had to hand it to her, this was fucking perfect. Ginny slid into the booth with a shy smile and I found myself crawling on my knees toward her.
"Pink bubbly for my gorgeous companion and I'll take a clean white wine." The waitress bobbed her head and scurried away. Didn't take her long to return which suited me just fine.
I leaned into Ginny as her eyes darted around the club, alight with excitement. Her dress moulded to her perfectly. It was a brilliant shade of red, which didn't clash with her hair, surprisingly. I wondered if she had magicked it to match. It hugged her slight curves, ending just above her knees. I knew it wouldn't take much to snap the spaghetti straps at her shoulders.
Ginny hadn't taken a sip of her drink yet, instead holding it tightly between her hands. The music was blaring so loudly, I would have to speak directly into her ear, which suited me just fine. I placed one hand around her shoulders, and dropped the other to her bare knee. Ginny jumped but giggled just the same.
"I think, I'd like to fuck you." I spoke into her ear, flicking my tongue against the outer shell.
Ginny tried to move away from me a bit, but I held her in place, smiling as I stroked her knee.
"I didn't know you...you...liked...women. I'm not...I'm not that way." Ginny took a large swallow of her drink, her eyes darting to gauge my expression. I slid my hand up to her thigh, underneath her dress and smiled.
"I just want to play." Ginny finished the rest of her drink, signaling the waitress for another and finally shook her head.
"I-I think I should go. I-I think you've the wrong impression." I stroked the inside of her thigh, inching higher and noticed she didn't stop me.
I supposed her drink was kicking in. My fingers toyed with her hair, stroking the back of her neck slowly. I kissed her neck and she gasped.
"You don't want to leave. You want to stay right here. You want me to touch you. You want to touch me. Say it." I bit Ginny's earlobe, watching her eyes grow a bit hazy. Oh yes, she was completely under my influence now.
Ginny spread her knees and even hiked up her dress, her pupils dilated and her cheeks flushed. She wasn't wearing a bra which was completely obvious in her state of arousal. She licked her lips and I nipped her neck, leaving the hint of a love bite.
"I-I don't. I'm not. Merlin." I ignored the remnants of her protests and worked my way into her knickers. Ginny might be protesting but her body disagreed. I teased her and it was amusing how responsive she truly was. I stroked her a bit, waiting for Ludo to arrive. He was late. Ginny bucked into my hand, moaning.
"Susannah! So lovely to see..." Ludovic Bagman had finally arrived and he couldn't believe his eyes.
He was a portly man, constantly making bad decisions, yet I could see in his eyes he believed his luck was about to change. Ginny's eyes were closed and her breasts were practically spilling out of her dress.
"Ludo, darling. Why don't you sit beside my friend here? I'm sure she wouldn't mind if you played as well." I winked and thrust my fingers inside her.
Ludo pulled on his Muggle vest, which was at least two sizes too small and slid into the darkened booth beside Ginny. I snapped my fingers and the lights around us went out. No one would be able to see us, but with a little magic and a friendly waitress, we were able to see each other. I wrenched down one of Ginny's straps and it broke just the way I knew it would. It didn't take but a moment for her breasts to be freed and Ludo to groan with lust.
"Go ahead, Ludo. Touch her. If you're good, I'll let you fuck her." I winked at him, tamping down the revulsion I actually felt for him and tweaked one of Ginny's nipples. She orgasmed against my fingers and slumped against Ludo. Ludo for his part hesitated yet continuously licked his lips.
"I-I think I'd rather watch, for a bit at least." Ludo grunted, like he was a bloody pig and I rolled my eyes.
I didn't mind showing off in this body. I mean, it's just a loaner anyway. I gave Ginny a slap across the face which broke her out of her stupor. I could tell she wanted to be embarrassed but as I maneuvered myself onto the table, I saw it turn to lust. I placed each of my pink heeled feet on either side of Ginny. With a practiced ease, I slid my skirt up, keeping my eyes trained on hers.
Ginny reached out and flipped up the bottom of my skirt and bloody winked at me.
"No knickers. That's so fucking hot." She ran her hands along the insides of my thighs and finally fucking touched me.
Without the added benefit of Imp, it wasn't nearly as hot as it sounds. She tried though, which is something I suppose. It didn't take long for Ludo to give the table a shove and force Ginny to stand. He bent her over, forcing her face between my legs and quite honestly I rolled my eyes. I must admit, she was much better with her tongue than with her fingers. As Ludo shoved himself into Ginny and thrusted like the fat pig he was, it built up the friction which was almost enjoyable. It only took Ludo a few moments to spill himself and slump over Ginny.
"THIS IS A RAID!" The words were shouted over the blaring music and I had only one thought.
"Well, fuck." I gave Ginny a shove and hoped she would pass out soon. The sooner she passed out the sooner she would forget ever being here. Ludo started to freak out and almost severed his cock in his zipper. I grabbed Ludo's arm and Disapparated before the Aurors could get anywhere near us.
"Why?" Ludo cried. "Why? Just tell me why?" He had been a right bastard the moment we arrived at my little cabin. He berated me for leaving Ginny behind, can you imagine? He wanted a little more action. I shudder to think what he would have been like if he'd actually ingested any Imp.
"Shut up you fat bastard." This rune carving was a pain in my arse. I mean, it was brilliant what with all the necessary layering but it was so time consuming.
"Please, Susannah, don't do this."
"You're already dead. You couldn't leave well enough alone could you? Couldn't let them win on their merit. No, you had to interfere like the bastard you are. I'll make sure to place your body somewhere they'll discover it. Wouldn't want you decaying for too long." I snickered, trying to decide on the personal rune.
"I won't tell. You don't have to kill me." Ludo sniffled. I scoffed in disgust. It was always the same with the begging. I mean honestly? When they're naked and strapped to a table when is it going to sink in that they're already dead? They just don't know it yet.
"Any last requests?" I laughed. I don't remember why, but it seemed quite amusing at the time.
"I'll never place another bet. I swear it."
"That's not a request. Where would you like your body to be found?" I walked slowly around the table tapping his extremities with the end of the wand. He yelped each time, as if it were the end.
"Godric's Hollow. Was always fond of.."
"Avada Kedavra. Ugh. Enough of that sentimental shite. I've got a job to do Mr. Bagman, thanks for contributing your efforts."
Quite honestly Ludo had bored me. I would have chosen Dumbledore, Alastair Moody or even Barty Crouch Jr, but they were already dead. Lucky them. Ludovic Bagman wasn't really an integral part of my story, but he was a necessary means to an end.
John always said my problem was that I never looked at the big picture. I zeroed in on one important point and lost focus. He was wrong this time. I had a big picture. My perfect story ended with Harry Potter looking up at me and begging for mercy. I just had to work my way there. I wanted him to know someone was coming. I wanted him to know I was coming.
Merlin he's so bloody boring. He works. He eats. He sleeps. He doesn't have a girlfriend. He doesn't date. I kept trying to remind myself why I chose this particular man and then I remembered. Oh yes, because he's accessible. His brother was guarded heavily and was currently keeping Harry Potter company. This brother would have to do. He was part of it, a very small part but if he hadn't...no, I couldn't think about that now. I had to find a way in.
He wasn't going to be impressed with my womanly wiles. I suppose there was an off-chance but I wasn't going to bet on it. I found myself observing him from quiet corners in obscure pubs but I was bored to tears.
I mean, do you know how bloody hard it is to get out of the country undetected? Of course you don't. The international portkeys are heavily regulated and it's not like you just Apparate to Romania. It's entirely too far, you'd splinch yourself and that would just ruin everything.
You can imagine my surprise when none other than Ron Weasley and Harry Potter walked into Beggar's End. The name alone should give you a clue on the horrific conditions. Such a shady little pub. I was excited of course but oh the anxiety almost did me in. I didn't want them seeing Susannah!
Then I remembered Quidditch Training Camp. Harry had been going on and on about it for weeks. I almost wasn't able to take my holiday. Boys and Quidditch, they never seem to grow up. Of course, if I had been paying attention instead of perfecting my plans, I would have remembered the training camp was taking place in Romania. Something about learning to maneuver in less than ideal conditions.
I slipped out the back door and hurried to my little hole in the wall. It was the sort of place where questions weren't asked as long as you had the galleons. I might not be able to lure Ron Weasley back to my cabin, but I could definitely put a rift in the Golden Trio.
Sure, Hermione Granger married Draco Malfoy, but there was something about it that seemed a bit off. It was obvious Ron was still obsessed with her, which is ridiculous really. He turned into a bit of a drunk. It would have been amusing but I saw one of his drunken rants and it was unpleasant to say the least. Everyone with a pair of eyes and ears knew that Ron was jealous of Harry and even Hermione. Ron wasn't the hero, he wasn't the brains and how he managed to aid those two in saving the wizarding world was anyone's guess.
That's when I knew. I didn't have to be Susannah to lure Ron Weasley into my lair. I only needed to be myself. He'd be wary at first, of course, he'd have to be daft not to suspect something, but let's face it. Ron is a bit daft.
When I walked back to the pub, Charlie, Harry and Ron were conversing over a few pints. Ron was glowering at them, sipping what looked like a gillywater of all things. I found myself seated on the barstool closest to the loo and ordered myself a gillywater as well. I was dying for a glass of wine, but it was necessary to keep up appearances and eavesdropped on their conversation.
"Harry, did you see that blonde earlier? Gods."
"Ron."
"What? She was gorgeous! You're the one who keeps telling me I need give up on Hermione. Though why she married the ferret is beyond me. She can't possibly love him. Can you imagine him bringing her home to his Death Eater father? Cor."
"That blonde's been around a few days." Charlie sipped his pint glancing around the dark pub.
"Oh yea? Have you shagged her then?" Ron eagerly leaned forward and I rolled my eyes. It was obvious he was trying to replace his drinking habit with someone less savory.
"She's not my type." Harry snorted.
"Not your type?! Merlin Charlie, what is your type then?" Charlie's little crooked smile was a bit endearing. I hated admitting that.
"Leather." Charlie practically purred. Well, well, well, Charlie Weasley has a fetish. I could so work with that.
"Ugh. I'm going to the loo." Ron pushed away from the table and being the bumbling oaf he is, he almost knocked me off my barstool.
"Oh no," I whispered, feigning fright. "Please, don't tell Harry." Ron's face was comical. I grasped his forearm as he helped me up, risking a glance over my shoulder but Harry and Charlie were whispering over their pints.
"W-what are you doing here?" I grabbed Ron's hand and hurried toward the loo.
"I took holiday to visit my friend but she decided Quidditch was much more interesting. She met a bloke tonight and left me here. She knows I don't drink anymore. If Harry sees me, he's going to be furious. I told him my mum was ill." I spoke softly, looking up at him through my dark bangs and fluttering my eyelashes.
Ron stared down at me and I knew I made the right choice in my attire. It was just a simple pair of leggings and my body wasn't that impressive but it seemed to be doing the trick for Ron. I had decided to go Muggle. It was easier to blend in that way. The black tank pushed my breasts together making them look more impressive than they are and the simple blue plaid button up drew the attention directly to my cleavage.
I fingered the crests of my breasts under the guise of nervousness and watched his eyes darken.
"I can get you out of here. If-if you want." Ron pulled the dark hair near my ear and I tilted my head into his hand. He was so fucking predictable. Show the slightest bit of interest and he would try to get into a girl's knickers.
"I-I don't..I don't know the way back to my room." I smiled a bit, giggling even as his stupid mouth gaped open.
"I've got a room up the street aways. You can uh wait there and owl your friend."
"Oh, I don't want to put you out. Harry might be angry with you for leaving him here alone." I lowered my chin contritely and even sniffed a bit.
As I knew he would he awkwardly put his arm around me and I crashed into his chest. It was just as soft as I thought it would be. Apparently Ron Weasley had never heard of exercise.
"Harry'll be fine. He's with Charlie. They'll be completely pissed before long, won't even notice I'm gone. Come on then."
Ron led me to the door of the pub, not even giving his brother or Harry a wave and lead me down the dark street. At least his inn was nicer than mine. The moment we were inside I perched on the edge of his double bed. Merlin he's so bloody awkward. I unbuttoned my plaid shirt a bit further and tossed my dark hair over my shoulder.
"I'd er offer you a drink but all I have is pumpkin juice." It was sort of funny to see Ron attempt to hide his erection, but I let him.
"I'd love a pumpkin juice actually. I'm not much for drinking either." When he handed me the bottle he had opened, I stroked his hand with my own and blushed. I don't even know how I managed to pull that off.
He smiled and sat down next to me, looking at me out of the corner of his eye. Perfect. I slipped out of my button up and sighed tiredly. I put my head on his shoulder and sipped my juice. I was counting the seconds until he put his arm around me. Seventeen seconds later he was stroking my back. I let him think I didn't know he was inching up the hem of my tank, easing his thumb underneath. In order to move things on a bit, I placed my hand on his thigh. Not up too high of course, yet it was contact just the same. Before I knew it, his entire hand was up the back of my shirt and I moaned.
It wasn't doing a thing for me but we all have to play our part. Ron stopped when he hit the band of my brassiere. I wished I had taken some Imp; it would have made things easier. I inched my hand up his thigh and risked a look at his freckled face.
"I-I'm sorry." Ron was blushing furiously while his hand slid down to the small of my back. I braced myself on the tips of my toes, without standing so his hand would fall directly to my arse and kissed his cheek.
"Don't be sorry." The tremor to my voice gave me just the edge I needed.
As much as I hated to admit it, I was nervous. I hadn't shagged anyone since John had died. Well, I hadn't shagged anyone as myself. Whatever antics I enjoyed as Susannah were beside the point.
When I sat back on the bed, Ron's fingers unclasped the back of my bra and my breath quickened. Ugh, could he move any slower? It was irritating to say the least. Impatiently I reached across him and grabbed his free hand. I hadn't the slightest what he'd done with his pumpkin juice but it didn't matter. I put his hand on my inner thigh and laid back on his bed.
"Take it off." I was surprised to hear a demanding quality to his voice but I did as he asked.
I whisked my tank over my head, taking my bra with it and allowed him to stare. He was practically drooling for Merlin's sake. I blinked and my wrists were pinned over my head in one of his meaty hands. He didn't bother to remove my leggings, instead just ripping an access hole into them.
"You're a whore aren't you?" Ron sneered, twisting my nipple cruelly. He struggled one handed with his trousers, yanking them down his thick freckled thighs.
This wasn't how it was supposed to go at all. I suppose these sorts of things happen when you don't scope out your prey perfectly. Ron Weasley was a rough wanker. He shoved a finger through the hole of my leggings and shoved aside my knickers.
"No. No."
"Yea, you are. Coming here with me. Touching me. Saying no but you don't mean it. I know all about girls like you." Fuck. Ron Weasley is certifiable! He shoved a finger in me, adding another and squeezed my wrists so hard I was sure to have bruises.
"Fuck me. Fuck me hard." I breathed, trying to distract him. There was no way I was going to be able to lure him away now, but I could work with this.
He was so busy trying to ready me; he didn't hear the thundering footsteps outside the door. Well, I wasn't going to be able to murder Ron Weasley, but I could make Harry Potter detest his very existence. I rocked into Ron's hand roughly. It hurt, but I needed it to hurt. It wouldn't work if my eyes were dry.
"See. I knew you liked it." I squeezed my eyes shut, willing the tears to escape. "Dirty bitch." Ron removed his fingers and I thought for a moment he heard the conversation outside the door, but he hadn't. He slammed into me so hard I literally saw stars. I didn't have to wish tears to appear, they were streaming of their own accord.
"No. NO! STOP!" I screamed as I'd never screamed, but the fucking door didn't open right away.
"Oh yeah, keep doing that, you sexy minx. Who knew you had it in you?" Ron growled, grinding himself into me. A second later with another grunt and groan, he was finished. Fairly dissatisfying, though not surprising.
As Ron collapsed on me, with tears still leaking from my eyes, the bloody door finally smashed open revealing one very shocked Harry Potter.
"Ugh, Harry! You couldn't wait? The door was obviously charmed!" Ron grumbled and climbed off me. The wanker hadn't even removed his clothes.
"I er, I heard screaming and well...sorry?" Harry's eyes were averted from my unclad chest yet as Ron snorted he looked at me. The varying emotions on his face almost made me burst into laughter. Shock. Outrage. Fury. Confusion. He was so obvious. He finally settled on distaste.
"Harry, don't give her a hard time alright?" Ron shoved my shirts into my arms when I sat up and bloody winked at me. "You should go."
I didn't say a word to either of them. I threw on my shirts, mended my leggings and was out the door faster than you can say Quidditch. I Apparated back to my room and broke into peals of laughter. Merlin, if they remained friends after that? Fuck it, more power to them.
I had bigger plans than stupid Ron Weasley. Tomorrow was the last day of Quidditch Training Camp. I didn't have time to waste. I needed Susannah. She was going to have to seduce Charlie Weasley. I couldn't bring him back to my cabin, but I was sure there were plenty of secluded places in Romania to do what was necessary.
Charlie was into leather. I could work with that. The adrenaline coursing through me made me shake in excitement. Regardless of the fact I had just fucked his brother, I had to make my final move tonight. If he didn't bite, then I was going to Confund his arse.
I Disillusioned Susannah and followed Charlie Weasley out of the pub. I couldn't believe my luck he was still there! I thought he had surely left when Harry had. This night just kept getting better and better. Imagine my surprise when walked along a snow covered dirt path into the forest.
He kept glancing behind him and I had to keep hiding behind trees but eventually he stopped before a monstrous boulder. I was so close I could have reached out and touched him, but I didn't. I was curious. I wanted to see what the fuck Charlie Weasley was up too. He waved his wand in a seemingly chaotic fashion and the boulder morphed into a medieval sort of door. It swung open and we were inside.
What the fuck is wrong with these Weasleys? I mean seriously. Charlie Weasley is into kink? Whoever would have thought. No wonder he'd never had a steady girlfriend. Everyone had assumed he preferred blokes and here he was, allowing some willowy blonde to shove him into a chair and slap him.
I followed around a short brunette. She was completely oblivious but I noticed her outfits changed numerous times throughout the night. She slipped behind a curtain and I almost gasped. The walls were covered with leather and latex outfits. It seemed there was some sort of pain inducing instruments as well. Another girl walked in and pulled one off the wall.
"It's my favourite flogger." She winked, her high pony tail swinging. Alright then, floggers. I waited for the little brunette to leave before making a selection. There was a particularly sexy leather and latex catsuit which called to me. I knew Susannah could really pull it off. I nicked the silver stiletto boots as well. You can never be too careful when playing a part. I dressed quietly using a simple Evanesco to deal with my clothing. Frankly, at this point who cares if I lost an outfit. Big picture people!
Charlie didn't seem to do much. He sat sipping a pint and watching more than anything. I think he's timid. How bloody adorable. This was taking entirely too much time. I should be back in Scotland, preparing to go to work. I had Ludo under a special charm so he wouldn't fuck up my cabin with his decay. It tickled my fancy that it was the Ministry who taught me the charm in the first place. Of course if they knew what I was using it for, I'm sure they would have rethought the idea entirely.
I removed the Disillusionment Charm and stood quietly behind him. I had hastily thrown my hair up into a high ponytail and when I bent over to adjust a strap on my boots it brushed Charlie's shoulder. He was startled of course and leapt from his chair. I found myself arching an eyebrow in his direction, lightly tapping the side of my thigh with a riding crop.
Charlie Weasley winked at me. I could have fallen through the floor in shock. These Weasleys are fucking barmy I tell you. Between Susannah's height and these wicked boots, I towered over him.
"You're that girl from the pub." I had to admit, I loved his voice. It was sultry, smooth with just a hint of sexy.
"Escort me out." I didn't ask. I didn't demand. It was just this sort of hanging statement. He didn't seem to be into hardcore kink, as he never went into any of the backrooms with the brazen girls wandering about.
The way he looked at me, or rather Susannah made my knickers wet. I didn't wait for him to reply, though his desire was blatant in his eyes and I started for the door. I felt his hands on my hips. I had to duck in order to get through it and I could swear the little weirdo licked my bare back.
"I like to be told what to do." I took a deep breath of the frigid air and turned to face him.
"Good. I take orders all day. At night, I like to give them. Take me to your place." It was a risk, I knew that, but I couldn't bring him back to mine. It wasn't set for the kind of play Charlie wanted and he would know.
Charlie walked a few steps behind me, but led me to a cottage nestled on the edge of the wood. I could hear angry puffs and the rumble of fire nearby. I knew Charlie worked with dragons, but I never expected them to be so close. I stepped into his cottage and it was pleasantly cosy. I was expecting some sort of dungeon filled with whips and chains, but what did I know about it really.
I loved the way my heels clipped across the rustic wooden floor. The room was sparse and from the scuff marks, it seemed this was exactly where he played. Charlie stood near the hearth contritely but the smolder in his eyes was unmistakable.
"Show me what you like." His eyes flickered, though whether he was unsure or even confused, I couldn't be sure.
I stalked toward him, flexing the riding crop in my hand and he stepped forward. I walked around him, tapping him lightly with the crop on his chest, his shoulder and pulled the leather tie from his hair. His hair was softer than I expected. Ron's hair had been course and unkempt, but Charlie's was soft and deliciously shiny.
"What would you like?" Charlie frowned as if he'd never been asked the question before. "Be decisive. What do you want to do with me?"
"I've never been asked that before." His breathing was a little erratic which worried me until his calloused hands touched my face.
It made my breath catch. His fingertips outlined my face, ending on my chin and for a moment, I was reminded of John. He used to do the same thing. There was an ache in my chest and I wanted to cry. I didn't want to kill anyone who reminded me of John. I knew I had a job to do, but Charlie Weasley, curse his soul, had changed the game. At least for tonight.
He grabbed me by the ponytail and dragged my face to his, kissing me hard. I could taste a bit of blood, but it didn't bother me, not really. Then he stopped, almost as if he were ashamed of himself. He blushed furiously, which was so bloody endearing I wanted to kill him just make this roller coaster of emotions fucking stop. He unzipped by leather ensemble so quickly I hadn't realised he'd even done it until I felt his rough hands on my bare skin.
I let him lead me to his bed. I let him crawl on top of me. I let him touch me in ways I hadn't been touched in years. I didn't have to fake my moans when he touched me. I hated him. I hated my orgasms. I hated myself.
I still want to cry. I should have killed him. I should not have stood there callously carving runes into the flawless skin on his back. He made me feel something and I loved it as much as I hated it.
Why did he have to be so kind? Why did he have to kiss so sweetly? Why did he have to remind me of John? Why did I have to stun him?
Well, I might not be able to answer the other questions, but that last one? I had to. I didn't want to. I didn't kill him. I should have. But like I said...I fucked up.