A/N: Okay, I'm regrouping and rewriting chapters 3,4, and 5. Thank you's will appear at the end of Chapter five. Let me know if the changes were an improvement, please.
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He's confused. I can see it in his eyes. I can think of all the questions going through his mind. What happened? Where am I? I see a flash of disgust in his eyes followed by a look of firm disbelief on his face. I laugh softly. Yes, go ahead. Deny it. Refuse to believe that you kissed me, that you wanted my touch. "Nice to see that you're awake."
"I suppose it's no fun for you when your victims are drugged," he replied, voice cold and low. I laughed again.
"You were no victim. You wanted me to kiss you." His laugh was harsh.
"Not likely."
"Not likely, yes, but true. You begged me to stay." His amusement shone in his eyes.
"I don't believe you."
"You were having nightmares. What do you see in your nightmares? Do you see your father being tortured? Do you see your mother being raped? Do you hear her screams?" His face hardened, but his eyes softened. Just a boy. That's all you are. In the wrong place at the wrong time. just a boy and you are the savior of an entire world. Such a heavy burden.
"Coward," he said. I laughed. I must be going mad to be laughing so much, but it was funny. Only a Gryffindor would think coward is the worst possible insult. My laughter infuriated him. "You think you're so great, don't you? You kill and torture people while you hide behind a mask. You can't even take responsibility for your own actions."
"Look who's talking," I replied quietly. He blushed.
"I was drugged."
"And now you're not," I remarked. I leaned forward to kiss him again. He struggles, but I have my hands clamped around his wrists. He looks momentarily surprised by my strength. My lips pressed against his. He's unresponsive. I must admit that I'm slightly disappointed. But, this is Harry Potter, after all. His will power is legendary. All the more fun it will be to break him.
I continue to ravage his lips. He's stopped struggling now. Good. It's so much easier when you don't struggle, but it's nowhere near as much fun. I traced the ridges of his stomach with one long, slender finger. His eyes widened. He was so surprised at this tenderness that his jaw dropped, allowing me access to the moist heat of his mouth. I run my tongue along his, lightly at first. His eyes never close. He won't give me that much. But I can read his eyes so clearly. He's fighting as waves of pleasure come over him. He's reminding himself of who I am, what I've done. Don't fight me, love. Surrender. I won't hurt you unless you let me. I swear.
My hand moves up his body. Yes, deny it all you want. Fight it with your last, but there is one small detail that gives you away. Your nipples are hard and I know it's not cold in here. I smiled and broke away. His eyes are still wide open. There's trace of fear in them, mingled in with the green. I made small circles around his nipple with my tongue. He arched into my hands then stiffened as he tried to suppress the pleasure. I licked at his nipple. His body arched again. I sucked, gently at first then building. I lightly rest my hand on his throat. I can feel him struggling to hold back a moan. His right hand is clenched so tightly that his nails leave crescent marks in his flesh. His left hand is entangled in the bedclothes. I look into his eyes again. Fear. He finally gets it. "That's right. I don't want to kill you. I want to fuck you." I put my hand on his crotch. "Will you let me fuck you?" I asked, squeezing suddenly. He gasped. A blush of shame crept over his face even as he fought it, fierce eyes burning into mine. But he doesn't answer, afraid that if he opens his mouth the groans that are longing to escape will give him away. "You won't mind then if I take your silence as consent?" I asked mockingly. He shoots me a look of pure venom. I smile at him. He nods. "Yes? Or yes you mind?" He nods again. "I don't understand you. Tell me what you want."
He didn't answer, opting to glare at me instead. I kissed him again. I know his mind doesn't want this. He's repulsed by the thought of it. His body wants this. Traitorous body. Gorgeous, traitorous body that trembles beneath my hands. He's fighting again, pushing his palms against my shoulders in an effort to get me off, squirming to escape me. I press my lips to his ear. "Don't stop," I whispered. "It's turning me on." That did it. He stopped abruptly, mouth open. I smiled slyly and gently closed it, abandoning his lips in favor of his neck. He shuddered. I didn't care if it was in ecstasy or revulsion. He realized how vulnerable he was and began to struggle again. I gave a low laugh. He gave up, at a loss for what to do. He knew he was fighting a losing battle. I was going to have my way no matter what he said or did. He looked so brave and scared at the same time, I simply had to kiss him. As I did, he did something I'd never seen him do before. He closed his eyes and surrendered.
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End Chapter Three the Second. (DOn't ask). Comments? Criticism? I apppreciate more than "Eww! Sick!" That doesn't tell me anything.
Luv ya-
J. Silver
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He's confused. I can see it in his eyes. I can think of all the questions going through his mind. What happened? Where am I? I see a flash of disgust in his eyes followed by a look of firm disbelief on his face. I laugh softly. Yes, go ahead. Deny it. Refuse to believe that you kissed me, that you wanted my touch. "Nice to see that you're awake."
"I suppose it's no fun for you when your victims are drugged," he replied, voice cold and low. I laughed again.
"You were no victim. You wanted me to kiss you." His laugh was harsh.
"Not likely."
"Not likely, yes, but true. You begged me to stay." His amusement shone in his eyes.
"I don't believe you."
"You were having nightmares. What do you see in your nightmares? Do you see your father being tortured? Do you see your mother being raped? Do you hear her screams?" His face hardened, but his eyes softened. Just a boy. That's all you are. In the wrong place at the wrong time. just a boy and you are the savior of an entire world. Such a heavy burden.
"Coward," he said. I laughed. I must be going mad to be laughing so much, but it was funny. Only a Gryffindor would think coward is the worst possible insult. My laughter infuriated him. "You think you're so great, don't you? You kill and torture people while you hide behind a mask. You can't even take responsibility for your own actions."
"Look who's talking," I replied quietly. He blushed.
"I was drugged."
"And now you're not," I remarked. I leaned forward to kiss him again. He struggles, but I have my hands clamped around his wrists. He looks momentarily surprised by my strength. My lips pressed against his. He's unresponsive. I must admit that I'm slightly disappointed. But, this is Harry Potter, after all. His will power is legendary. All the more fun it will be to break him.
I continue to ravage his lips. He's stopped struggling now. Good. It's so much easier when you don't struggle, but it's nowhere near as much fun. I traced the ridges of his stomach with one long, slender finger. His eyes widened. He was so surprised at this tenderness that his jaw dropped, allowing me access to the moist heat of his mouth. I run my tongue along his, lightly at first. His eyes never close. He won't give me that much. But I can read his eyes so clearly. He's fighting as waves of pleasure come over him. He's reminding himself of who I am, what I've done. Don't fight me, love. Surrender. I won't hurt you unless you let me. I swear.
My hand moves up his body. Yes, deny it all you want. Fight it with your last, but there is one small detail that gives you away. Your nipples are hard and I know it's not cold in here. I smiled and broke away. His eyes are still wide open. There's trace of fear in them, mingled in with the green. I made small circles around his nipple with my tongue. He arched into my hands then stiffened as he tried to suppress the pleasure. I licked at his nipple. His body arched again. I sucked, gently at first then building. I lightly rest my hand on his throat. I can feel him struggling to hold back a moan. His right hand is clenched so tightly that his nails leave crescent marks in his flesh. His left hand is entangled in the bedclothes. I look into his eyes again. Fear. He finally gets it. "That's right. I don't want to kill you. I want to fuck you." I put my hand on his crotch. "Will you let me fuck you?" I asked, squeezing suddenly. He gasped. A blush of shame crept over his face even as he fought it, fierce eyes burning into mine. But he doesn't answer, afraid that if he opens his mouth the groans that are longing to escape will give him away. "You won't mind then if I take your silence as consent?" I asked mockingly. He shoots me a look of pure venom. I smile at him. He nods. "Yes? Or yes you mind?" He nods again. "I don't understand you. Tell me what you want."
He didn't answer, opting to glare at me instead. I kissed him again. I know his mind doesn't want this. He's repulsed by the thought of it. His body wants this. Traitorous body. Gorgeous, traitorous body that trembles beneath my hands. He's fighting again, pushing his palms against my shoulders in an effort to get me off, squirming to escape me. I press my lips to his ear. "Don't stop," I whispered. "It's turning me on." That did it. He stopped abruptly, mouth open. I smiled slyly and gently closed it, abandoning his lips in favor of his neck. He shuddered. I didn't care if it was in ecstasy or revulsion. He realized how vulnerable he was and began to struggle again. I gave a low laugh. He gave up, at a loss for what to do. He knew he was fighting a losing battle. I was going to have my way no matter what he said or did. He looked so brave and scared at the same time, I simply had to kiss him. As I did, he did something I'd never seen him do before. He closed his eyes and surrendered.
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End Chapter Three the Second. (DOn't ask). Comments? Criticism? I apppreciate more than "Eww! Sick!" That doesn't tell me anything.
Luv ya-
J. Silver