Story Title/Link: Look What You Made Me Do

School and Theme: Durmstrang: Betting Shop

Main Prompt: Regulus Black

Additional Prompts:

-[Action] Getting Kidnapped/Kidnapping

-Setting] London Underground

Year: 5 (Exchange students standing in should put the year they are standing in for this section)

Wordcount: 2143


Look What You Made Me Do


Astoria Greengrass parted her lips in a desperate plea. No words were spoken and she was left with broken memories of how she ended up tied to a chair in an elegant room of some underground club. When cold, slender fingers brushed against her collarbone, she knew immediately that she was in trouble. Her captor continued their teasing ministrations, only stopping to pay special attention to the curve of her breasts before moving down toward the small exposure of her stomach. There, her kidnapper touched the tattoo on the side of her hip before removing their hands altogether. Astoria shuddered at the loss of his hands but quickly recuperated.

She knew she was in some private room of sorts. Not the sort of place with dirt walls and vermin running around. No, this room was pristine with iridescent lights brightening up the place. Even if she couldn't see, the atmosphere felt familiar. On occasion, her clients would indulge her with finer things and bring her to exclusive and private affairs to show her off. It was unlike any underground nightclub she'd be too. This one was poised and masterful, which didn't settle well with Astoria. Whatever he was planning wasn't good and she needed to get out as soon as possible.

"My, aren't you far from home," a gruff yet elegant voice punctured through the silent room. He seemed closer than he actually was because she could still feel the sensation of his breath berating her face.

"Where am I," she asked, more concerned about her whereabouts to decipher what he meant by his comment.

He had the nerve to chuckle," I've kidnapped you."

"Where am I," she asked again, this time her affirmation exceeded her need to know where he had taken her. "I'm not playing your silly little game."

"Who said anything about a game?"

"I know your type," she hissed. "I'm done with that part of my life. I've gotten my life back on track and took up a good gig. I'm stable now so I have no need for this life anymore."

"And, what life would you be referring to, Astoria?"

Astoria became silent.

There was no telling how he knew about her. Was he some long-forgotten client of hers when she first started selling her body just to get by or he was part of a deeper connection she wished to forget? Whoever he was, he wasn't going to let her go so she might as well play his little game.

"You don't seem to remember me," he told her.

"Hardly," she spat. "Obviously, you've done nothing worthwhile that would warrant me to remember you."

"Still as feisty as I remember you," he chuckled again. "You are in my nightclub, Astoria. I have brought you here to entertain me."

"I'm not entertaining anyone," she belted out with ferociousness she'd never known. "Remove the blindfold you asshole!"

"Your wish is my command, love," he whispered in a hush and soothing tone.

Astoria stiffened.

Only one man was ever known to call her by that name.

It wasn't anything special; loads of men have called her that, but it was how he said it that made her ache in more ways than one. Her stomach clenched and she lifted up her head just as she felt his fingers brush lovingly against her cheek. She resisted the urge to bite her lower lip, knowing full well the little move would drive him absolutely insane. Instead, she waited. The blindfold fell from her eyes and they adjusted to the blinding light of the room.

There, she saw Regulus Black in all his glory.

He was adored in his usual black and green. His oxford shirt was tucked into his suit pants and the cuffs of his shirt were buttoned up. He donned a stunning coat jacket embellished with an expensive-looking handkerchief. His hair, the sexiest part of him, dangled in rambunctious waves. His eyes, alluring as ever, were dark and considerate. Against popular belief, the man certainly liked to entertain the idea that he was a gentleman but Astoria knew that deep down that there was a man of sophisticated needs hiding in plain sight.

"If I knew that all it took was to kidnap you I would have done it a long time ago," he murmured. "Granted, this is not the sort of circumstance you are used to."

"It most certainly isn't," she agreed. "What are we doing down here?"

Regulus threw his hands up and chuckled. It was a burst of deep and affectionate laughter. His voice was like dark liquor; the more she indulged, the more dependent she became. Astoria looked around their reclusive abode, marveling at the simple fact that it looked more like a five-star hotel than a private room at a brothel. Most of the places she'd seen were shitty and run down, so this was an exceptional step up from what she was used to. She'd finally saved enough money to get her through college and quit the game over three years ago, but it didn't alleviate the fact that she had to sell her body in order to get to where she was today. Her family disowned her years ago. They wanted her to marry some lowly Pureblood wizard twice her age but she didn't want to. Funny enough, a good handful of her clients were older wizards with more time on their hands than most people could dream of.

Astoria supposed Regulus was one of those men.

He'd acquired a large sum of money and invested wisely. He is now a multi-millionaire with so much wealth that he could have anyone or anything he wanted. The question was what he wanted with her. Regulus had slipped under her radar some time ago and it was suspicious that he was only now making himself known. He'd abandoned her in her time of need. She let herself slip so far that she feared that she would never pull herself back up, but she did. Right now, she had to get out before she got hurt again.

"Regulus," Astoria started but stopped for a moment. "I can't do this."

"Astoria… there are no words that I could possibly say that could ever atone for the mistakes I have made."

She shook her head," Just stop," she breathed. "I don't want to hear your excuses."

She stood up, motioning for the door to leave but he stopped her.

He grabbed her hands and they stood there with her back turned toward him. Astoria could feel every inch of him as he shifted closer to her, closing the distance between them in some desperate attempt to get her to stay. She had to admit that the offer was tempting, but she had to go. There was no point staying with him to indulge in whatever fantasy he may be seeking. She was done with that part of her life, and if she were to ever have sex again it would be out of love and not for some needless thrill or earn money.

Astoria was the first to let go. Her hands slipped away from his and she turned around quickly to address him. Before she could get one word out, his lips were on hers. It wasn't like anything she'd ever experienced. It wasn't urgent or rough; it was gentle and comforting. Although she wanted to flee, every pull of his lips and sensual touch of his tongue made it harder to pull away. She got too involved with the loveless display of emotions. She brought her hands up to his hair and slowly entangled her fingers in his curly dark locks. His hands found her waist and she let out a slow and hearty moan.

"This isn't right," she immediately broke the kiss and pushed him off her.

"It is the only thing that is right," he offered inconsolably. "I have waited for this moment for so long that I can't take it anymore."

"Where were you when I needed you the most," she asked tearfully. "I was up to my neck in debt and the only way I could get out of it was to sell myself."

Regulus looked at her for a brief moment before his eyes turned dark and mysterious," You thought I didn't know? You were selling yourself for months and out of the blue, your owner cut off all ties. I know what he told you, Astoria. You paid your debt."

Astoria looked away.

It was true, within a couple of months her large debt had been fulfilled but she never learned who paid it. She always thought it was by some fortunate miracle that her owner had thrown her out. The debt had been paid and she earned more than enough money to sustain herself. With that money, she went to school and got her own apartment with all the furnishing included. It was a nice apartment. Three bedrooms, all with their own exclusive master bathrooms. Her favorite room was the one she converted into a personal library. She never found it odd when she explored the nearby shops the owners would give her little trinkets. She always thought they were doing it out of pity as if they knew what she'd been doing, but she didn't have her suspicions as to who was behind it all until now.

"It was you," she deadpanned. "You're the one who paid my debt and got me out of that line of work."

Regulus nodded slowly, a sly smile playing on his lips," I have been watching for you for a while before I learned what you were doing. I was furious, but I had dropped off the face of the world and didn't have the courage to reveal myself. Instead, I invested my money and learned who your owner was. It didn't take much to convince him to drop you, though he said he would miss you. You earned him quite a bit of money."

"Whatever happened to him?"

"I kicked his ass and left him for dead," he grinned devilishly. His voice dripped with a great deal of hatred she never thought he could possess. "His club got shut down and he's in Azkaban paying for his crimes as we speak. He'll never come for you again, Astoria. You can rest easy knowing that you are safe with me."

"Who said I'm staying with you?"

Regulus frowned," I thought that was the point of me saving you from that world."

"You're right, you saved me but that doesn't mean I'm yours."

"What if I told you that I love you?"

Astoria stammered with her words," I...I.."

Regulus stepped closer to you," Look what you made me do. I was nothing until I met you, Astoria. I gambled with my inheritance and it paid off. I got you out of that hell hole and threw that piece of shit in Azkaban. If that isn't love then I do not know what is."

His sinful mouth descended against her skin, sending lightning bolts to race down her spine. Astoria had been in the middle of a clever retort when his lack of control slipped. He slowly pulled back, his black eyes trained on her. When Regulus reached out his hand he traced a single line from her clavicle to her sternum. His other hand wandered to her side, his knuckles caressing the exposed skin. He lowered his head slightly as his hand dropped to her thigh, working the tight muscles there and massaging the delicate skin. Astoria sustained a terrible blow to her upper thigh. She winced, but despite the uncomfortable tension behind his kneading, she couldn't think about anything except his touch.

Ever since he'd saved her from a life she didn't want, Astoria hadn't known such loyalty. Her owner had plucked her from the slums and conditioned her into a worthy item that could be sold and traded off for a night. Regulus showed her unwavering kindness when everyone turned their backs on her. Now, as Astoria allowed him to examine the deepening bruise on her thigh, she entertained the idea that this could be real. It was as addicting as his touch and she wanted more.

"Regulus," she breathed, throwing her head backward. She allowed him access to her neck and it wasn't long before his lips began to leaving teasing trails alongside the taut tendons. Astoria let out a pleasant moan, sinking into the sincerity of this moment. This wasn't a night of rough sex for money; this was what true love-making was and she wanted more. For a second she couldn't believe this was happening to her. With just one little word she knew that this was real and that his love for her was unlike anything she'd ever experienced.