I fling myself onto my bed, burrowing my face into the dark green pillow,
with a million thoughts running through my confused mind. 'What does he
think of me now? Does he hate me? Is he afraid? Will he tell anyone? What
happens now?' The only way to answer those questions is to actually face
Harry once again, but I cannot bring myself to get up. I never really meant
to bite him, it just...happened, and it was all so fast, I couldn't really
think straight.
I flip over, and move a finger to my lips. That tasted so good. The urge to do it again is strong, but the thought of Harry hating me stops me from acting again. I sigh, and observe my surroundings. Two barn owls on the other side of the dormitory are playing, almost in a flirty way. I chuckle, and wonder why they aren't with the rest of the owls. Clothes are strewn all over the hard, cold ground by Goyle's bed, and posters of Quidditch players are placed in random spots. It is completely dark in the room, but with my cat-like eyes, I see everything clearly and perfectly.
With my extra sensitive ears I hear the door creak a little, and I jump up.
"Who's there?"
"It's me." Harry's timid voice calls out, and he mutters a few words I cannot understand. Instantly green lights flicker on, making the room a little bit lighter. He shifts his weight uneasily, then decides to make his way closer, and I feel a small smirk play across my lips. He takes a seat next to me, his eyes never losing contact with mine.
"Well...I expect an explanation." He talks slowly, as if he was making sure his words were perfect.
"I don't think you need one, Harry. You already know what happened, and what I did. What kind of creature does that?" I snarl, not in a very friendly mood. He looks taken aback, but he snaps back just as fiercely.
"A disgusting, sick animal." Those words sting and hurt, but I recover quickly.
"So, if you already have your answer, then why did you come here?"
"To say I still love you."
"Well, ya just did, so you can leave now."
"No."
"What? NO? This is my damn dormitory! How the hell did you get the password anyways?"
"Pansy..." Harry sighs, and turns around so we aren't facing each other anymore. I can tell he is crying softly because of his body's motions. Damn that boy cries too much.
"Harry, babe, I'm sorry. C'mere..." I whisper, and pull him around, into my arms. He places his head under my chin, and squeezes me tight as I mumble pathetic apologies. He says something quietly, but I do not understand.
"What's that?"
"D-do it again." Could he really be talking about the bite?
"What? Do what again?" I reply innocently, deciding to play dumb.
"B-bite me."
"Now why the hell would you want me to do that again, Harry?"
"It's happened to you before...you know what it feels like." Yes, I do. It's almost like a rush, with a little pleasure, but painful at the same time. Then things become a bit hazy, but it gives you a calm and serene feeling, and you just pass out if too much blood is stolen. I consider it the best way to die.
"Yes. Are...are you sure?"
"Yeah." He nods, and tilts his head in an offering manner. This is the first person to willing give me blood, which makes this better than ever. I eye the tender flesh hungrily, and lick my lips, as Harry watches me show my true self. I start off by kissing his throat, and I allow my tongue to glide over his skin, just like I did about an hour ago.
"Hurry up," he pants, sounding a bit annoyed. I obey his command, and press him against the bed. I move one leg on the other side of Harry, now sitting on him. Bending down, my lips first reach his mouth, then moves down again. This time, instead of gentle kisses, I run my fangs along his skin with increasing pressure as time passes. His breath becomes shallow and he starts to squirm. I grin before suddenly driving my teeth into his flesh, and right away my mouth is flooded with rich blood. This time, I do not smell or taste fear in him, it has turned into something else...something I cannot identify.
"I don't want to be me anymore." I stop, and look up in bewilderment.
"What?" I feel liquid drip off my chin, and I look down. My sheets are now stained. Damnit.
"I do not want to be me anymore."
I flip over, and move a finger to my lips. That tasted so good. The urge to do it again is strong, but the thought of Harry hating me stops me from acting again. I sigh, and observe my surroundings. Two barn owls on the other side of the dormitory are playing, almost in a flirty way. I chuckle, and wonder why they aren't with the rest of the owls. Clothes are strewn all over the hard, cold ground by Goyle's bed, and posters of Quidditch players are placed in random spots. It is completely dark in the room, but with my cat-like eyes, I see everything clearly and perfectly.
With my extra sensitive ears I hear the door creak a little, and I jump up.
"Who's there?"
"It's me." Harry's timid voice calls out, and he mutters a few words I cannot understand. Instantly green lights flicker on, making the room a little bit lighter. He shifts his weight uneasily, then decides to make his way closer, and I feel a small smirk play across my lips. He takes a seat next to me, his eyes never losing contact with mine.
"Well...I expect an explanation." He talks slowly, as if he was making sure his words were perfect.
"I don't think you need one, Harry. You already know what happened, and what I did. What kind of creature does that?" I snarl, not in a very friendly mood. He looks taken aback, but he snaps back just as fiercely.
"A disgusting, sick animal." Those words sting and hurt, but I recover quickly.
"So, if you already have your answer, then why did you come here?"
"To say I still love you."
"Well, ya just did, so you can leave now."
"No."
"What? NO? This is my damn dormitory! How the hell did you get the password anyways?"
"Pansy..." Harry sighs, and turns around so we aren't facing each other anymore. I can tell he is crying softly because of his body's motions. Damn that boy cries too much.
"Harry, babe, I'm sorry. C'mere..." I whisper, and pull him around, into my arms. He places his head under my chin, and squeezes me tight as I mumble pathetic apologies. He says something quietly, but I do not understand.
"What's that?"
"D-do it again." Could he really be talking about the bite?
"What? Do what again?" I reply innocently, deciding to play dumb.
"B-bite me."
"Now why the hell would you want me to do that again, Harry?"
"It's happened to you before...you know what it feels like." Yes, I do. It's almost like a rush, with a little pleasure, but painful at the same time. Then things become a bit hazy, but it gives you a calm and serene feeling, and you just pass out if too much blood is stolen. I consider it the best way to die.
"Yes. Are...are you sure?"
"Yeah." He nods, and tilts his head in an offering manner. This is the first person to willing give me blood, which makes this better than ever. I eye the tender flesh hungrily, and lick my lips, as Harry watches me show my true self. I start off by kissing his throat, and I allow my tongue to glide over his skin, just like I did about an hour ago.
"Hurry up," he pants, sounding a bit annoyed. I obey his command, and press him against the bed. I move one leg on the other side of Harry, now sitting on him. Bending down, my lips first reach his mouth, then moves down again. This time, instead of gentle kisses, I run my fangs along his skin with increasing pressure as time passes. His breath becomes shallow and he starts to squirm. I grin before suddenly driving my teeth into his flesh, and right away my mouth is flooded with rich blood. This time, I do not smell or taste fear in him, it has turned into something else...something I cannot identify.
"I don't want to be me anymore." I stop, and look up in bewilderment.
"What?" I feel liquid drip off my chin, and I look down. My sheets are now stained. Damnit.
"I do not want to be me anymore."