My back hits the heavy wooden door of a room on one of the upper floors of The Serpent while Wood kisses my neck, simultaneously fumbling behind me, trying to grab the doorknob and actually open the door.
At the rate we're going, we'll just end up fucking in the hallway, right here against the bloody door. His one hand is inching up beneath my dress, roughly grabbing my thigh and I let out a loud moan, which in turn makes Wood even more distracted and incapable of opening one damn door. For a Quidditch player, he gets easily distracted.
I push him away from me, rolling my eyes as I grab the knob, turn it, and I don't have a chance to enter the room because Wood's hands are all over me, grabbing my hips and suddenly my legs are around him, lips pressed together, tongues sliding against each other. And the door is wide open until Wood finally kicks out with his leg and closes it with a loud bang.
There's no stillness here in the darkness of the room, just the sound of the two of us groaning against each other while Wood carries me over to the bed and throws me down. I'm sprawled over for a second before I prop myself up on my elbows and take a moment to just watch him watching me. My dress is torn in places where he got rough but I don't even care as I slide one of the straps down my shoulder, and let it fall down, all the while staring at Wood. His eyes are transfixed on my now bare tits, nipples hard and I see him smirking, that same predatory gaze which drew me to him back in his eyes.
The moment passes and he's back on top of me, trailing a hand up my thigh, tearing down my knickers, the other around my neck, fingers tangled in my messy hair, drawing me closer and crashing his lips on mine. I am on fire when Wood finally rubs my clit, spreading the heat all over me. "Oh, fuck," I curse and again he smirks against my mouth, enjoying what he's doing to me.
"I intend to," Wood murmurs against my neck, lightly tracing the curve of my breasts with his fingertips, his hot breath yet another thing that brings me closer to the edge.
I rip his shirt, the buttons flying everywhere, throw it somewhere behind us, and I can't help but admire his muscled body before I grab hold of his belt, unbuckling it, rushing to get him naked, but Wood grabs my hands and stops me. He kisses my lips, trails kisses down my neck and collarbone until, finally, he sucks on my nipples and I feel like I'm in heaven, falling on top of the soft mattress, while he circles each nipple and his fingers rub dexterously, and then… Oh… His head is between my legs. "OH FUCK," I hiss out, and I can't take it anymore, grabbing his hair, pushing him for more friction, wrapping my legs around him and he's fucking perfect, his tongue making me see stars.
Inexplicably, he somehow just knows what I need.
Wood lazily kisses the inside of my thighs, each kiss igniting a new fire on my skin, and I can feel the smug smirk on his face when he looks up and I can't do anything but gasp and bite my lips. He moves higher, kissing my hip bone, trailing kisses up until he's above me again, looking down into my eyes.
"Fuck you," I say, my voice breaking slightly, because I'm both feeling thunderstruck and as if he'd just won this game. I involuntarily arch into him when he leans down and lightly bites my ear, kissing down my neck, our hips moving together.
"I think you just did," he whispers between kisses, hot breath against my neck. I trail my nails along his back, not hard enough to leave marks but still, I feel him stiffen against me when I raise myself up, our bodies pressed close.
"Not quite," I murmur as I wrap my legs around him and flip us. Now on top, I smirk down at Wood and the expression on his face as he stares at me. I roll my hips and lean down, dark hair falling around us like a curtain. I kiss his neck and reach down, stroking him slowly, enjoying the whispered 'fuck' that passes his lips and the way he roughly grips my hips. I'm teasing him, going slow, dragging it out but Wood curses loudly and pushes me down onto him, filling me up and I bite his shoulder. It pushes him over the edge, thrusting into me hard and fast and we're both cursing now, rocking against each other. He sucks on my nipple, rubbing my clit with one hand, holding me down with the other and I throw my head back, bracing myself against him, riding him furiously, and there's not a coherent thought in my head. Nothing except how fucking good this feels while I come hard, Wood following with another curse.
I fall down on the bed next to him, my breathing fast and shallow, heart beating fast, pure euphoria running through my veins. Turning on my side, I look at Wood, the smile on his face inexplicably familiar, the same smile he had when we first kissed down in the club. He brushes his fingers tenderly along my hipbone and I shudder, still way too horny from fucking him.
"Fuck," I say, not really capable of forming a proper sentence. Wood doesn't respond, not with words anyway. His kiss is slow and deep and when he tangles his fingers in my hair and pulls me closer, I can't do anything but let him.
Wood leans down over the edge of the bed, rifling through the mess of clothes on the floor until he fishes out a lighter and a pack of Ashwinders, the red fire snake on the black cover glowing in the dark, flicking the lighter open and lighting the cigarette with practised ease. He inhales the spicy scented smoke deeply, the cigarette dangling from the side of his mouth nonchalantly. I reach up, take it from his mouth and take a drag, the smoke twirling around us in silence.
It's only now that I properly notice the lavish room we've taken, all cream coloured with dark ebony furniture, heavy curtains wide open and the huge windows overlooking the empty London street letting in the moonlight shining down on us. I briefly wonder if the people living across the street had seen us, but I find that I don't really care. I'm still lost for words, mind swimming with images of us tangled together. The sex was quite literally mindblowing, and I can't help the feeling of hopelessness that comes over me. The chemistry between us is almost unbearable because I know that this was a reckless mistake. It started out as an exciting game, a fun thing, someone to play around with, and I didn't expect to feel this magnetic connection between us. It feels entirely too good.
I sit up and immediately sense the absence of Wood's fiery touch. This is bad.
Looking down, I notice my dress on the floor, completely ruined and torn. It won't be any use to me now and I'm lucky enough that Daphne probably won't ask for it. Grabbing my bag from the nightstand, I thank my past self for thinking ahead, taking the only bag with an extension charm on it and packing a T-shirt and joggers, just in case.
Wood reaches for my arm before I can start putting on the clothes. He's still burning. Fuck.
"Where are you going?" he asks in a low voice, looking genuinely confused.
I pull the T-shirt over my head, avoiding his eyes. "I'm going back down to get fucked up out of my mind."
"But –"
"I'm not interested in being your… Flavour of the month," I snap at him. "I've read all about it." It's not entirely untrue, though I don't keep a habit of reading tabloids. And it did take me a little while to recognise him when we met.
Wood is frowning now, the cigarette long forgotten in the ashtray, almost completely burned away. Much like our night together. The ashes of something that could've been. If we were different people.
He sits up, crossing his arms above his legs and scoffing. "I thought you didn't know who I am."
"Maybe I lied."
As he looks away from me, I already see him going cold at my words. I've hurt him. He nods and shakes his head in annoyance. "Aye, maybe you did." He turns back towards me and I shiver from the intensity of his gaze. "And this was, what, just a good fuck? You'll go back to flirting with fucking ancient creeps now? To fucking them?"
Hot rage engulfs me at his words and all I see is burning red before my eyes. I want to fucking punch him in the face, and my hands are forming tight fists, shaking with the rage I feel. It's all-encompassing, barely controllable and I'm just shaking, trying desperately to breathe in, to calm down.
And already, I see, I know, he's regretting what he said, but now he's hurt me, like I hurt him. And it fucking feels like someone stabbed me in the heart.
Pulling myself together, I quickly put on my joggers and grab the rest of my stuff in silence. I throw one last look at Oliver Wood before I leave and he looks despondent, once again reflecting my own feelings.
"Fuck you," I say and slam the door behind me.
I furiously march down the stairs, make my way through the drunken and drugged up crowd in the club, suddenly feeling claustrophobic, as if I can't breathe. Looking around me, I realise that I really can't spend another minute inside and I stumble out through the door, the bouncer smoking just outside looking at me in mild surprise.
Sitting on top of the stairs leading down to the empty London street, I try to even out my breathing. It's cold outside and I've left my coat inside The Serpent, but I'm used to much harsher winters so it doesn't really bother me. The frigid February air enveloping me and penetrating right to my bones clears my head slightly, but it doesn't do much for the images burned behind my eyelids. When I close my eyes, I can still see Wood going down on me. He's imprinted in my brain, in my skin.
"You alright?" the bouncer gruffly asks, his voice raspy, shaking me out of my thoughts and I'm startled. For a moment, I had thought it was Wood, coming to apologise or just… Do something that would make this night not a total disaster. But it's not, and I shake my head at the tall, dark-skinned man hovering above me.
"I'm… I'm fine, I guess," I shrug, staring off into the distance. A light flickers on in one of the apartments of the building across the street. The man is still standing next to me, obviously worried. I briefly consider how bad I must look that a stranger would go out of his way to make sure I'm fine, but I'm at the point past caring.
"Can I bum one?" I ask, nodding to the cigarette he's holding. He sits down next to me, taking a drag and rubbing his hands together before taking out a pack and holding it out for me. I take it, my hands shaking. Inside there's only two left along with a small lighter. I light up one, take a deep drag and let out a puff of smoke.
"Rough night?" he mutters, and somehow, it doesn't feel as if he's prying. I lean against my knees, shaking off the ashes, and let out something that should've been a laugh but it came out as something between a laugh and a groan.
"You could say that," I say, now full out shivering. I'm not wearing any underwear and the freezing cold is starting to get to me. I think back to my small, empty flat in Knockturn Alley, above a shop of dubious reputation, then to what I told Wood and I grimace. I really do want to get fucked up so I could forget the fire of Wood's skin against mine.
I finish the cigarette, snuffing it out on the stone stairs, and nod to the bouncer. "Thanks." He gives me a small smile and I make my way back in, calmer now.
The people at the bar give me strange looks, my bare feet and my decidedly not haute-couture attire raising eyebrows but soon enough they're distracted by something else. I order two vodka shots, draining them in quick succession and turn around, searching for one of the Greengrass dealers. It doesn't take me long to attract the attention of a handsome one, and he swiftly appears next to me.
"Your choice?" he asks, winking easily, his perfectly white teeth shining in the darkness.
"Surprise me."
He lightly shakes two vials of a golden liquid before he gives them to me. "I think you'll like this," he says with a smile, and he leaves as quickly as he came, a guy waving him over to the group I saw Wood earlier with.
Without thinking about it, I down both vials in one go, the liquid hot on my tongue, tingling and searing but the pain passes rapidly. Nothing happens at first, but then I'm hit with the intense feeling of euphoria, almost as good as what I felt with Wood. The colours start merging and mixing and everything is both in slow motion and fast and I don't know how that is possible, but I don't care as I get swept away into the crowd, the music somehow forming shapes in my mind, the bright neon colours taking me up, my body moving to the beat of the deep bass. I lose myself then, free fall into a black hole of this new universe of ecstasy, mindlessly grinding against the people closest to me, and their touch is multiplied tenfold, the guy twirling me around, the girl kissing me on the lips, and with each beat, I fall deeper and deeper.
After what seems like a lifetime, I'm feeling spent, coming down from the high, and I almost fall to the floor, but I find myself sitting in one of the lounges, uncertain of how I got there. The club is half empty and I'm close to just crashing there. But, somehow, I manage to fish out my wand from the depths of my bag. I gulp down a glass of something bitter, massaging my temples. I need to focus for a minute, but as I hold my head in my hands, I notice that my bare feet are cut up from all the glass on the floor. I don't feel the pain, but my vision blurs slightly. Taking a couple of deep breaths, I think of my flat, and I swish my wand, appearing a couple of seconds later in my living room.
I drop my bag to the floor, wand clatters to the fluffy carpet and I make my way towards my bedroom, shedding my clothes with each step I take.
And, finally, I crash onto the soft bed, exhausted. But before I can fall into a dreamless sleep, I catch sight of myself in the mirror across the bed.
Eyes flitting across my legs, thighs, hips, everywhere I look, there's some mark that Wood left, a reminder of what we did. He's imprinted himself on me, my body, my skin, my brain, and I don't have the strength to forget.
He is fucking burned into me.
