Disclaimer: I don't own the Harry Potter Series, if you think otherwise, what the hell have you been smoking?!?! JKR owns everything you doped up stoner. (can anyone say Hypocrite? ^___^)
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I just wanted a kiss...
There weren't many who stayed at the castle during the holidays, I was one of few, this being my last year here, I wanted to enjoy it before I left. I was the only one of my year that decided to do so however, but it didn't matter to me as long as I was able to read by the fire without being disturbed. But as Head Girl I had to monitor the students and make sure that they behaved, and I was to follow the teachers requests to the tee.
One little kiss to indulge in my love struck dreams...
Professor Malfoy, he became the Potions Master after he graduated since Professor Snape was killed by Voldemort, had asked me during breakfast to make sure that the handful of Slytherin first years that stayed behind get help with their homework. I nodded and excused myself as I asked the first years to meet me at the library. After a few hours of hard work, they finished and actually thanked me, I was shocked, but I just nodded and flashed them a warm smile.
Dreams that were made for fairy tales...
After they left, I got my own school books out and started on my own work, trying to get everything done before the day was over, I forgot about dinner as I tried to get my charms essay done. As I blew on the ink of the last paragraph, I felt a small rumble in my stomach, I decided to head to the kitchens instead of barging in on dinner, though I doubted that there were many people actually there. But as I left the library, my bag filled with rolled up pieces of parchment, I saw something, or I should say, someone, that made me feel like nothing else mattered but them.
Not reality...
His green eyes looked me over in surprise, if he ever noticed me while he was still at school, he never saw me without my robes. He smirked at me, his smirk made me feel a little odd, but I brushed it aside as I felt the familiar flutter inside of me at the mere sight of him. He embraced me in a hug, something he had never done before, I would have expected a brotherly hug since he never saw me as much, but I felt his palm brush slightly under my gray wool sweater.
Fairy tales were for little girls in pigtails....
"What are you doing here?" I asked, trying not to laugh as he brushed a sensitive spot on the small of my back.
Not young women who were almost adults...
He looks down at me, that same unnerving smirk gracing his lips, "I just came to visit Dumbledore before Christmas." He pauses, forming a plan quickly, "Why don't we head up to the Tower and catch up? Like old times."
I wish I had known that before....
My mind didn't register at the time that there had never been any old times, he had just lied to my face without so much as flinching, but I just nodded and flushed at the thought of being able to talk to him alone. We walked to the tower, his hand rubbing the skin under my sweater lightly, I barely noticed when I gave the password to the Fat Lady, who mearly raised her eyebrow at the sight of us. There was no one inside, and the roaring fire looked welcoming, but Harry just took me from behind and started feeling his way under my shirt. His hands were like fire, and yet they held no true warmth, but at that moment it didn't matter, I let him guide me up the stairs to the girls dormitories.
Before I disillusioned myself...
My room was easy to find since it had a small plaque that read, "Head Girl," on it. As soon as we were inside, he took no time in shedding my clothing, my sweater and skirt fell in a small puddle around me. I stood stark naked in front of him, feeling vulnerable, shy, and overwhelmed, but there wasn't any time for me to think about anything at the moment. His clothes were hastily thrown off as well as he pushed me, a little to roughly, on the bed, and spread my legs wide as he climbed over me.
Into thinking....
He entered me roughly his arms holding him up on either side of my head, I had never experienced such pain as I felt at that moment, not only because he ripped me open harshly, but because my heart had been shattered into tinny jagged pieces that poisoned my insides making me feel ill. I heard his grunts and moans as he pumped into me, I felt his breath on my neck before he bit me as he spilled his seed into me.
That he was my...
I lay there on my bed afterwards as he rolled off of me and got dressed, he whistled a nonsense tune as he laced up his boots and stood from the foot of the bed. His whistle was still audible as he left the room, closing the door behind him as he walked away.
Prince Charming...
When I knew he was truly gone I hugged myself into a fetal position, my skin felt dirty, but it was nothing to the shard remains of my no longer innocent heart. A few tears escaped my eyes before I gathered the strength to get up and head to the small bathroom at the corner of the room. The sweltering water pelted on my back as I slid down the marble wall onto the corner, my hair matted into a wet mess in front of my face as I stared off into oblivion, bemused.
Instead of the man who broke my heart...
I looked at my hands and saw the small insignificant wrinkles with distaste, I stared at my scolding flesh, I grasped my wrist harshly, leaving small bloodied half moons on my usually pale skin.
I just wanted a kiss
My neck was stinging from the bite that he had given me, I felt the small bruise already formed, I closed my eyes, willing myself to keep them closed thinking it was all a dream. Just a dream that I would wake up from where I was still a little girl, where there was no boy who lived, where I was still innocent...
One little kiss to indulge in my fairytale dreams
When I was younger, I used to dream of kissing the boy I loved in a kiss that would bind us forever... When I reached the age of ten and I saw 'The Boy Who Lived,' I thought that maybe one day he would be the one, the one who would sweep me off of my feet in a fairy tale romance... That he would kiss me, in a loving kiss, even if it was just one... I wanted a kiss that would leave me breathless, and dizzy... I just wanted a kiss where he would pour his soul into mine, where he would tell me he loved me without words...
I never even got my kiss
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I don't know whether or not I'm going to continue or not, let me know if anyone is actually reading this....^^;;; And whether or not this is good or just horrible crap that you wished you had never read.
DPF