Agent V
A cool new spy thriller from the master of Harry Potter disaster, Hale Comet. (emphasis on the disaster, by the way)
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She was younger back then. She barely knew what she was getting into. But she knew that she wanted it more than anything. To finally be important. Wanted. Needed.
And this was the last test, the last step between herself and her goal.
"Where do you want the mark, Virginia?" He twirled the branding iron like a marching band cadet, like it was an extension of himself.
Ginny Weasley sat on the ground, soaking wet, freezing, tired. She had been through a lot to get here, to this moment. It was the culmination of all her efforts.
She took off her robe, unbuttoned her shirt, took off her skirt. "Where would you like it?"
It was the right answer. His cold fingers grabbed her surely and turned her around, tracing a squiggle on the left side of her lower back, giving her goosebumps. "I think here," he whispered into her ear, leaning into her. "My favorite place."
He pressed hot iron into her skin and she almost laughed with the pain. She was exactly where she wanted to be.
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She was older now. It had been quite a while, and she barely remembered what it felt like to be burned like that. Except, that lately, he had been burning her in a different way.
It was like this every night, now. She would get dressed for bed and slip in between the sheets, and then he would come to her, smooth and sure fingers underneath her night gown, running over her body like a waterfall.
He was never in pajamas, never weak like that. She had to undo his belt, the buttons on his shirt, the zipper, run the gauntlet to even glimpse the flesh that drove her wild. He was beautiful, graceful, and fierce as he grabbed handfuls of her red hair and tried to devour her whole.
The flawless boy would drive into her, would take full advantage, and she loved every second of it. He was so much taller than her that in the end he resorted to kissing the top of her head, and she bit his shoulder to keep from screaming with joy.
It was always the same, the sweating, writhing passion, the peak, and then . . . then she woke up. But it was so real, she had to believe . . .
"Ginny?" Hermione stood over her. "It's nearly seven, you should get dressed."
Ginny hurriedly glanced down at herself, and amazingly she was still covered by the duvet, her night gown, her underwear. Nothing had happened. She really shouldn't be surprised.
"Did you have a nightmare? You're all flushed."
Ginny swallowed. It was hard to speak after sex that good just moments before. But it hadn't happened. So she opened her mouth. "No, just . . . Maybe I'm getting sick." Maybe if she found an excuse to stay in bed, slip back into sleep, he would come back. She didn't care if she was crazy, if it wasn't real.
"None of that, Virginia Weasley, I know you have an Arithmancy test today and you're going to class."
Ginny rolled her eyes. It was so difficult to keep pretending. She belonged in Gryffindor, really. She was brave, strong, loyal . . . But there was nothing to say what she should stand up to, what she should fight for, and what she should be loyal to.
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Author's note: Tell me what you think. Agent 00Weasley may yet be my favorite character, and she's barely formed.
Longer chapters in the future, we find out what's going on with the dream sex, and move on from sex into an edge-of-your-seat thriller. Or, erm, seat-of-your-pants. Whatever.
A cool new spy thriller from the master of Harry Potter disaster, Hale Comet. (emphasis on the disaster, by the way)
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She was younger back then. She barely knew what she was getting into. But she knew that she wanted it more than anything. To finally be important. Wanted. Needed.
And this was the last test, the last step between herself and her goal.
"Where do you want the mark, Virginia?" He twirled the branding iron like a marching band cadet, like it was an extension of himself.
Ginny Weasley sat on the ground, soaking wet, freezing, tired. She had been through a lot to get here, to this moment. It was the culmination of all her efforts.
She took off her robe, unbuttoned her shirt, took off her skirt. "Where would you like it?"
It was the right answer. His cold fingers grabbed her surely and turned her around, tracing a squiggle on the left side of her lower back, giving her goosebumps. "I think here," he whispered into her ear, leaning into her. "My favorite place."
He pressed hot iron into her skin and she almost laughed with the pain. She was exactly where she wanted to be.
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She was older now. It had been quite a while, and she barely remembered what it felt like to be burned like that. Except, that lately, he had been burning her in a different way.
It was like this every night, now. She would get dressed for bed and slip in between the sheets, and then he would come to her, smooth and sure fingers underneath her night gown, running over her body like a waterfall.
He was never in pajamas, never weak like that. She had to undo his belt, the buttons on his shirt, the zipper, run the gauntlet to even glimpse the flesh that drove her wild. He was beautiful, graceful, and fierce as he grabbed handfuls of her red hair and tried to devour her whole.
The flawless boy would drive into her, would take full advantage, and she loved every second of it. He was so much taller than her that in the end he resorted to kissing the top of her head, and she bit his shoulder to keep from screaming with joy.
It was always the same, the sweating, writhing passion, the peak, and then . . . then she woke up. But it was so real, she had to believe . . .
"Ginny?" Hermione stood over her. "It's nearly seven, you should get dressed."
Ginny hurriedly glanced down at herself, and amazingly she was still covered by the duvet, her night gown, her underwear. Nothing had happened. She really shouldn't be surprised.
"Did you have a nightmare? You're all flushed."
Ginny swallowed. It was hard to speak after sex that good just moments before. But it hadn't happened. So she opened her mouth. "No, just . . . Maybe I'm getting sick." Maybe if she found an excuse to stay in bed, slip back into sleep, he would come back. She didn't care if she was crazy, if it wasn't real.
"None of that, Virginia Weasley, I know you have an Arithmancy test today and you're going to class."
Ginny rolled her eyes. It was so difficult to keep pretending. She belonged in Gryffindor, really. She was brave, strong, loyal . . . But there was nothing to say what she should stand up to, what she should fight for, and what she should be loyal to.
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Author's note: Tell me what you think. Agent 00Weasley may yet be my favorite character, and she's barely formed.
Longer chapters in the future, we find out what's going on with the dream sex, and move on from sex into an edge-of-your-seat thriller. Or, erm, seat-of-your-pants. Whatever.
