CHAPTER 11:Don't stop lawyer boy
Rose tripped on the pencil heels she was wearing and almost lost her balance on the thin ice. She giggled idiotically.
"Hey Vladimir I tripped. My second time" she whispered.
Vladimir laughed like a five year old.
"So I won. I defeated a bitch"
"Fuck off, Irglova. You tripped the moment we stepped out of Big Joe's and again near the park. So that's me, Charlotte Harris, sixteen times Jagger Master Champion" she shouted.
"Sshh…you'll wake every one up" he whispered.
"So what, let the world know about this game. Let the government make it an Olympic sport" she screamed even loudly. She suddenly lunged forward and vomited into a Rose bush.
"See, I am Rose and I vomited in a Rose bush. How ironical" she said inanely.
"You are so drunk that you've forgotten your name, fifty shots took a toll, Ms. Charlotte Harris" he said slipping forward dangerously on the vomit and ice. Vladimir caught Rose's jacket in bid to maintain balance, pulling her along with him and they fell on the front steps in a heap.
"Why do I always fall when I am with you? In the park, in the clearing. Everywhere?" Rose said rubbing her back.
"Are you always this hot or this happens only in my eyes all the time?" laughed Vladimir. Rose stopped giggling and looked at him intently.
"You think I'm hot?"
"I think you are the most amazing and sexiest women I've ever met" and he kissed her.
He cupped her face and kissed her again. His breath was Jagger Master and lips ice cold. Rose kissed back with passion, pushing him backward. He leaned back towards the top step and Rose wrapped her legs around his waist. It was a bit tough doing anything because they were on the steps but she was enjoying making out in the cold. Vladimir pulled her towards him until Rose's breasts hurt against his chest.
"We're on the steps" she whispered. Vladimir broke apart and scrambled to his feet after undoing her legs. They were still high but the kiss did wake them up a bit. He ruffled his hair childishly and helped Rose off the stairs.
"Umm…sorry about that" he said.
"Why on earth are you sorry?" she asked in confusion.
"You've no objection? Like you comfortable?" he asked nervously.
"Did you enjoy our stint?"
"Very much" he answered shyly.
"Well then open the fucking door and then let me open your pants or do you want to do it right here? Either way I will do it" she said unswervingly. Vladimir stared at her for a moment and then opened the door and stood tentatively for a second.
Before she could make a move, Vladimir did it. He pulled her towards her and pressed his lips against her, in literal sense banged them against hers. Rose grasped his hair while her tongue intertwined with his.
#15, SCORPIUS'S ROOM.
He was staring outside his window, with a hot mug of cocoa in his hand.
All of a sudden, he heard a familiar voice shouting from faraway. He knew that the Russian guy would get her on. Before he could continue pondering over his thoughts, Rose and that Russian guy were on the driveway.
"What the fuck." Was all he could say as Rose and her Russian lover started kissing. The sight disgusted him.
"Get a room." He said. It was as if they heard him, as the Russian guy opened the door of his house and let her in.
Scorpius pulled the curtains back.
Rose fumbled for the bolt and wrenched the door open. The two of them stumbled inside and her butt pounded when she hit the banister. Vladimir broke apart and scooped Rose in his arms, bridal style. He took into the living room and put her down on the cold carpeted floor.
Cold, strong hands crept their way into her dress brushing her abdomen before it began to knead her breasts delicately. Rose moaned softly, it was ages since she had sex like that. His hands rubbed them dexterously. Rose wondered how many girls had access to particular chiropractor in Russia before her. Vladimir kissed her neck and gradually made his way down, licking her cleavage adroitly.
Her orgasms were at their peak. Rose Weasley was an animal that night. She suddenly pushed him aside, a new idea formulating in her mind. Vladimir lay on the carpet, taking deep breaths
"Wait here" she gasped. Rose dashed to refrigerator. She wondered whether she would find what she was looking for. Her eyes scanned all the shelves before she spotted in the corner; a spray cream container.
"What's up" Vladimir asked perching himself on an elbow, his excitement palpable in the air. Rose smiled menacingly and pushed him back. His head hit the floor with a dull thud. Rose climbed on him, her legs on the either side of Vladimir's waist.
"You gotta watch this" she said sexily.
Rose took of her jacket and proceeded to unzip his pants. She put one hand in his black underwear and squeezed his erection. Vladimir let out a low groan. Rose positioned herself and took off her dress. She standing half naked in front of a guy whom she had known for a few weeks and that this was their first date did not seem to bother her at all. Because any other sane person, both of them were too drunk to even stand straight.
Vladimir stared at her in awe. She was perfect- the curve of her hips, those mud brown eyes, flaming red hair, and the flawless mounds on her chest. And she took off her bra too.
Rose was standing there wearing nothing but her lacy black knickers. She took the cream and sprayed a heap of it on her breasts and cleavage. The foam slid sexily to her stomach.
"Lick me, now lawyer-boy" she said. He was fast. Vladimir pinned her to the ground and began to run his tongue over her assets fervently. He was turned on and she could feel it. His tongue lashed her breast fiercely and almost came down to her nipples. Vladimir stopped and looked at her doubtfully for a second.
"Don't stop".
Rose almost squeaked in pain when he bit her nipples, and went on to suck them gently. She found her back into his pant squeezed his member softly. With every inch of cream removed from her tired body, it was her time to please him. She pulled down his pants and underwear once and for all. The tin was still half full and she sprayed the rest of the cream in spirals on his cock.
"You're sure?" he whimpered.
"I wasn't this sure in ages"
Rose bent down and began to lick the cream of this cock. She whipped her tongue against the suspension and soon it reached his crotch. Rose brushed her lips against his penis giving it small nudges with her nose. Rose liked sex, the idea of it but she never went this far. Her brain was too addled with all the shots and the beer and the spaghetti. This was what she called decent shag. Rose suddenly grew very tired and dropped to the floor. She inhaled deeply and closed her eyes. She could feel the hollow rise and fall of Vladimir's chest and his eyes boring into hers.
"That was unbelievable" he said quietly. His voice sounded raspy.
"Thanks"
They lay in silence for some time. Vladimir rested his head on her abdomen and played with her breasts. He cupped them at times or toyed with her nipples. Rose was silent. Her mind was not working properly. Something did not fit into all this. She knew she was okay and that they had not gone too far but something was bothering her, something was not right but she was too crazy at that point to figure out what was it. She looked at the clock, three-thirty. She had to leave; she said she would be there to stay up for the night. She shut her eyes more tightly until small golden stars appeared in the darkness when her shriek echoed in her ears.
Fingers were moving in her knickers casually. They were stroking the sides of her crotch and then two fingers plunged into her clitoris rapidly. Rose gasped loudly.
"Go on" she urged. Vladimir moved his fingers around caressing her pliant. A tear almost rolled own her eyes. And then he stopped. Vladimir cupped her face and kissed her again.
"I really like you, Charlotte. Stay the night"
"I will" she said.
Vladimir scooped in his arms and carried her to his bedroom. The room smelled of pine roses. He put her on the bed
"My clothes are downstairs"
"I'll get them later"
He lay down just like they had been in the hall. Rose kissed his forehead.
"Can I ask you something? Promise you won't take offense" he said.
"Go ahead"
"What kind of name is Scorpius? Doesn't it sound like virus in your skin?"
Rose laughed.
"Well that's a name of my best friend" she said and then asked Vladimir to continue fondling her crotch like before….
Three hours earlier
Rodolphus put the hair into the bubbling potion. It turned a nasty shade of green. He drank it at one go. Moments later, he was a new man. This guy had a white hair, tall lanky features and a missing finger. Kerman Jehovah, a retired dock worker who went crazy and stays in his shack all the time. He gets his hair sometimes to keep an eye on the Russian ministry in Moscow and to meet Tamara. Kerman stepped out of the alley and made his way past the hoards of prostitutes into the bar. The dung head was sitting in the corner.
Talk about the Russian ministry being corrupt the moment the data is out, every one good or evil get to know.
"What's up Tamara? How the Russian baby?"
"My payment for the Verdi's enquiry is due"
"I don't like hellos like this"
"It is dangerous to sneak out information right under their noses during such raids. Rumors have it an employee of law enforcement was sent to Rubén Island because he was caught stealing the fund money. And I don't get why you are so interested in the missing mudbloods case? I don't even get why I am working for you"
"That's none of your business. You will get your money when you tell us the information" Kerman growled.
"Well, there is a lot to tell though. Dawson let slip all of this when he was drunk last Thursday. Took me while to get the auror records but I got them alright" he said jubilantly.
"Speak"
"The ministry is running out of money and workers are dropping out. They have engaged four British aurors for the case. The records say that they have sent to the neighborhood of Warwick's Willow to keep an eye on the muggles and to get hold of Gulliver and Criss. I could not get their names but I'll give them later. The aurors are highly trained.
Where's my money" Tamara added. "Hey?" he asked.
Kerman had turned a nasty shade of color; his face was tensed and lines had set into his forehead.
"How long have they been in Warwick's Willow, the aurors" he asked slowly.
"It has been almost three months"
Kerman pushed aside the table violently and strutted towards the door.
"My money, Kerman" Tamara shouted over the loud music.
"Fuck off, it has been three bloody months and you tell me now, you little swine. You fucking get me the names or the ministry receives an owl about your antics and then sends one to Ruben Island" Kerman yelled and left the bar.
Kerman was disappearing rapidly, the Russian convict taking shape. Johnny would be furious, so furious. Who were the aurors, the new ones? They should have figured it out before. The names, when was he going to get the names?
AUTHOR'S NOTE:
so, how was it?
I hope all the readers have liked this chapter.
and sorry i could not upload earlier. My end-of-semester exams were going on...
anyways, please everybody, READ AND REVIEW!
~Vidisha & Sreetama
