---TrEaChErOuS WaYs---
[WhEn ThiNgS SeEm tO oNLy gEt wOrSe]
Treachery – (n.) deceit, betrayal, (adj.) disloyal
Way – (n.) direction, path, manner
"°º× Chapter Five ׺°"
I woke up the next morning with a throbbing headache, sore muscles and absolutely freezing cold. I tried to open my eyes but all I saw was light. After blinking for a while, my eyes adjusted and I used my hand to push myself up.
A loud grunt came from where I put my hand. I looked to see a stark naked Rodolphus next to me, my hand on his chest. His eyes started to flicker. I realized I had just pushed against him in an attempt to stand up. I looked down at myself to see I was on top of the covers of a bed, naked except for one boot. What had I done?
Slowly, memories from last night flooded back. Dancing in the common room; Taking shots; walking in on Narcissa and Lucius; finally spending the rest of the night with Rodolphus, cheating on my boyfriend.
I quickly got up, trying to find my clothes which had been thrown across the room. I finally pulled my underwear on when I felt a pair of strong arms cuddle me from behind.
"Where are you going?" Rodolphus whispered huskily to me.
"Back to my dorm," I replied, pulling away.
"Are you leaving me here alone?" He asked, pulling me so close I could feel his hard member against me.
"Yes," I sighed, pushing away
"You were great last night, a real wild cat" Rodolphus commented, moving away from me back on top of the bed. I tried to ignore him, but my brain was spinning. What is Jake going to say? Does he already know? I re-clipped my bra back on, and zipped up my second boot.
"Bellatrix?" Rodolphus whispered. I turned to see him with his pants back on, lying lazily on the bed playing with the curtains. He looked so sexy. Why did I get myself in this mess? I like Jake! Jake is my boyfriend. But something inside me pulled me back towards him. I got onto the bed and kneeled on all fours above Rodolphus. He stroked my face longingly and ran his hand down my body to my hips. I smiled, feeling strange in my underwear and boots.
"What are you going to do about your boyfriend?" He asked. I thought about where I was right now and couldn't think otherwise. Instead of answering, I leant down and kissed him.
"I've got to go," I replied. I swung my leg over and got off the bed.
"I'll see you later then," He replied. I nodded and picked up the last of my clothes.
I stood there in the shower, letting the water run down my face and over my body. My stomach gave a lurch. Definitely no drinking ever again. Drinking puts you in situations that you don't need to be in, like the one I'm in now.
What am I going to say to Jake?
I picked up the bar of soap and started to wash myself thoroughly. What if he already knows? What is going to happen between us? What do I want to happen?
A picture of Rodolphus flashed in my mind.
"Rodolphus has been there from the start," I thought out loud. My voice echoed in the bathroom. Then I remembered Jake. The fact that he always courteous. He didn't kiss me because he didn't want to rush things! How thoughtful is that!
"Rodolphus had sex with you because he was drunk and blinded by lust" I felt myself say.
"That's not true," Someone replied, a female voice. I jumped and quickly grabbed my towel, even though the shower was still running.
"Who's there?" I asked, slowly turning the shower off.
"Come out and see," The voice replied. After ringing my hair out, I carefully unlocked the door and stepped out of the cubicle.
I gave a sigh of relief. It was only Narcissa, sitting on the counter next to the basin. Not a physical form of my conscience like I had suspected foolishly.
"What are you doing here? Listening to my thoughts while I was in the shower?" I asked, walking over to the bench where I had left my clothes for the day.
"I was making sure you had the right thoughts sister," She replied coolly, uncrossing her legs and slowly getting off the counter. I turned my back toward her and started to dry myself, facing the wall.
"And that is?" I asked, pulling my underwear on underneath my towel.
Whispering into my ear, she answered; "That you and that mud-blood are over for good".
"We are not over," I retorted, feeling my face burning at what she had called Jake, "All that's happened is that I've made a drunken mistake. It's just a little bump during our relationship. I'm a Slytherin, Narcissa. I can make him forgive and forget".
"And how are you going to do that, Bellatrix?" Narcissa whispered, her hand touching the side of my face, "By using a memory charm? Saying that you're sorry for sleeping with one of your best friends isn't going to reassure him. He'll think every time you two are in the common room or in a class together that you're going to be cheating on him. It'll haunt his thoughts and when he goes to sleep, it'll haunt his dreams. That his precious girlfriend could be playing with someone else's cock at that very moment"
I felt myself flinch at her words.
"But that's just my thoughts of what's going to happen. But don't listen to me, I could be wrong," Narcissa moved away from me. I didn't turn away from facing the wall until I hear the bathroom door slam.
What am I going to do?
I finally left my dorm room, after twenty minutes of psyching myself up for what was going to happen. I decided to go there and just say whatever I felt seemed right.
Narcissa had thrown me off completely.
"Stupid bitch," I muttered to myself.
I couldn't believe her nerve. She's thirteen years old! I've been handling boy situations for two years more than her!
I stepped into the common room to see it was dead empty. No first-years playing 'Curse the toad' or seventh-years sitting around gossiping or reading books from the Restricted Section in the library. No-one at all. It felt eerie to be so quiet in here on a Saturday. I quickly left the common room and with a growl from my stomach, decided to make a short trip to the Great Hall for something to eat before I found Jake.
The Great Hall wasn't very full at all. And judging by the food, it was the end of lunch, which made it about 1pm. Students were chatting excitingly, no-body even looking in my direction as I walked towards the nearly empty Slytherin table. I sat down and filled my cup with pumpkin juice. After taking a long drink, I looked at the food, deciding what to eat.
Somebody sat next to me and pulled my hand underneath the table, entwining their fingers with mine. I turned to look at a Slytherin male, whom I didn't recognize.
"Excuse me, I'm trying to eat," I replied, trying to get my hand away. He grinned at me and held on tighter.
"Where did you go last night? I tried to find you," He replied. I sighed. Who in hell was this guy? I looked at him again, trying to remember his sandy blonde hair and piercing blue eyes.
"Maybe I can help you remember if you come to my dorm tonight. But this time you can lick somewhere else of me, not my neck," And with that he moved my hand so that I was rubbing his crotch. Then I remember him. He was the guy I used in my first shot last night! I pulled me hand away as fast as I could.
"Dream on loser," I said and left the table.
"Bellatrix," The guy called. I turned around to see he was now with his friends on our table, "I'm sure your boyfriend won't mind if you did".
He started to laugh and his friends joined. I clenched my fist as I walked away. How humiliating. Being taunted by some guy I didn't even know about what had happened. Did the whole Slytherin house know?
I made my way over to the Hufflepuff table. Thankfully, they didn't see what had just happened. I recognized some of Jake's friends and walked over them.
"Excuse me?" I tapped one on his shoulder. He turned and gave me a questioning look. I noticed his friends had the same look too.
"Yeah?" He asked. I noticed he was mid-through reading a book called 'Wizards and me: A muggle-born's story'.
"I was wondering where Jake would be," I asked. The guy turned and looked at his friends. They all raised their eyebrows.
"Why do you want to know?" Another one of them asked. I felt my cheeks burning. How dare they question me!
"He IS my boyfriend!" I replied shrilly. His friends put their heads together and started whispering. I felt myself getting more and more angry. What was their problem?
"He's in the library studying," the book-reader answered. With a loud huff, I spun around and stomped off out of the hall in the direction of the library.
I dragged my feet along as I walked. This was it really, and I still didn't know what to do. Stepping into the library, I heard a soft chatter, almost like a hum. The library was fairly busy, but I'm not usually in here to know if its always like this or not. I ignored the librarian's stare as I walked past and scanned the room in search of a guy with short, almost curly blonde hair reading a book or someone with a muscular build, carrying books with a little skip in his step.
I stepped further into the library, trying to find him. But then something caught my eye. The little, fat second year girl with the long black hair and even darker eyes was sitting down, surrounded by thick books, writing furiously on a long piece of parchment. I grinned to myself at this opportunity.
Sneaking behind shelves of books, I crept slowly towards her, making sure no-one saw me. After some careful crawling and pretending to be reading when students walked past; I managed to get so close to her that I could read exactly what she was writing without her knowledge. I checked around me to see if anyone was watching me, then moved aside a book on the shelf to read.
She was still writing, when with a quick glance over each shoulder, I watched her pull out a piece of parchment from underneath her work. Scrawled in perfect cursive and with little hearts, was a decorative square of parchment saying:
MeGaN FoRReStEr LoVeS JaKe WiLLiAmSoN
I tried not to scoff but when she suddenly hid the 'artwork' and said hi so sweetly to someone I couldn't see, I grew interest. With another slight moving of a book, I saw my very own boyfriend pulling a chair next to her, adding more books to their pile.
[WhEn ThiNgS SeEm tO oNLy gEt wOrSe]
Treachery – (n.) deceit, betrayal, (adj.) disloyal
Way – (n.) direction, path, manner
"°º× Chapter Five ׺°"
I woke up the next morning with a throbbing headache, sore muscles and absolutely freezing cold. I tried to open my eyes but all I saw was light. After blinking for a while, my eyes adjusted and I used my hand to push myself up.
A loud grunt came from where I put my hand. I looked to see a stark naked Rodolphus next to me, my hand on his chest. His eyes started to flicker. I realized I had just pushed against him in an attempt to stand up. I looked down at myself to see I was on top of the covers of a bed, naked except for one boot. What had I done?
Slowly, memories from last night flooded back. Dancing in the common room; Taking shots; walking in on Narcissa and Lucius; finally spending the rest of the night with Rodolphus, cheating on my boyfriend.
I quickly got up, trying to find my clothes which had been thrown across the room. I finally pulled my underwear on when I felt a pair of strong arms cuddle me from behind.
"Where are you going?" Rodolphus whispered huskily to me.
"Back to my dorm," I replied, pulling away.
"Are you leaving me here alone?" He asked, pulling me so close I could feel his hard member against me.
"Yes," I sighed, pushing away
"You were great last night, a real wild cat" Rodolphus commented, moving away from me back on top of the bed. I tried to ignore him, but my brain was spinning. What is Jake going to say? Does he already know? I re-clipped my bra back on, and zipped up my second boot.
"Bellatrix?" Rodolphus whispered. I turned to see him with his pants back on, lying lazily on the bed playing with the curtains. He looked so sexy. Why did I get myself in this mess? I like Jake! Jake is my boyfriend. But something inside me pulled me back towards him. I got onto the bed and kneeled on all fours above Rodolphus. He stroked my face longingly and ran his hand down my body to my hips. I smiled, feeling strange in my underwear and boots.
"What are you going to do about your boyfriend?" He asked. I thought about where I was right now and couldn't think otherwise. Instead of answering, I leant down and kissed him.
"I've got to go," I replied. I swung my leg over and got off the bed.
"I'll see you later then," He replied. I nodded and picked up the last of my clothes.
I stood there in the shower, letting the water run down my face and over my body. My stomach gave a lurch. Definitely no drinking ever again. Drinking puts you in situations that you don't need to be in, like the one I'm in now.
What am I going to say to Jake?
I picked up the bar of soap and started to wash myself thoroughly. What if he already knows? What is going to happen between us? What do I want to happen?
A picture of Rodolphus flashed in my mind.
"Rodolphus has been there from the start," I thought out loud. My voice echoed in the bathroom. Then I remembered Jake. The fact that he always courteous. He didn't kiss me because he didn't want to rush things! How thoughtful is that!
"Rodolphus had sex with you because he was drunk and blinded by lust" I felt myself say.
"That's not true," Someone replied, a female voice. I jumped and quickly grabbed my towel, even though the shower was still running.
"Who's there?" I asked, slowly turning the shower off.
"Come out and see," The voice replied. After ringing my hair out, I carefully unlocked the door and stepped out of the cubicle.
I gave a sigh of relief. It was only Narcissa, sitting on the counter next to the basin. Not a physical form of my conscience like I had suspected foolishly.
"What are you doing here? Listening to my thoughts while I was in the shower?" I asked, walking over to the bench where I had left my clothes for the day.
"I was making sure you had the right thoughts sister," She replied coolly, uncrossing her legs and slowly getting off the counter. I turned my back toward her and started to dry myself, facing the wall.
"And that is?" I asked, pulling my underwear on underneath my towel.
Whispering into my ear, she answered; "That you and that mud-blood are over for good".
"We are not over," I retorted, feeling my face burning at what she had called Jake, "All that's happened is that I've made a drunken mistake. It's just a little bump during our relationship. I'm a Slytherin, Narcissa. I can make him forgive and forget".
"And how are you going to do that, Bellatrix?" Narcissa whispered, her hand touching the side of my face, "By using a memory charm? Saying that you're sorry for sleeping with one of your best friends isn't going to reassure him. He'll think every time you two are in the common room or in a class together that you're going to be cheating on him. It'll haunt his thoughts and when he goes to sleep, it'll haunt his dreams. That his precious girlfriend could be playing with someone else's cock at that very moment"
I felt myself flinch at her words.
"But that's just my thoughts of what's going to happen. But don't listen to me, I could be wrong," Narcissa moved away from me. I didn't turn away from facing the wall until I hear the bathroom door slam.
What am I going to do?
I finally left my dorm room, after twenty minutes of psyching myself up for what was going to happen. I decided to go there and just say whatever I felt seemed right.
Narcissa had thrown me off completely.
"Stupid bitch," I muttered to myself.
I couldn't believe her nerve. She's thirteen years old! I've been handling boy situations for two years more than her!
I stepped into the common room to see it was dead empty. No first-years playing 'Curse the toad' or seventh-years sitting around gossiping or reading books from the Restricted Section in the library. No-one at all. It felt eerie to be so quiet in here on a Saturday. I quickly left the common room and with a growl from my stomach, decided to make a short trip to the Great Hall for something to eat before I found Jake.
The Great Hall wasn't very full at all. And judging by the food, it was the end of lunch, which made it about 1pm. Students were chatting excitingly, no-body even looking in my direction as I walked towards the nearly empty Slytherin table. I sat down and filled my cup with pumpkin juice. After taking a long drink, I looked at the food, deciding what to eat.
Somebody sat next to me and pulled my hand underneath the table, entwining their fingers with mine. I turned to look at a Slytherin male, whom I didn't recognize.
"Excuse me, I'm trying to eat," I replied, trying to get my hand away. He grinned at me and held on tighter.
"Where did you go last night? I tried to find you," He replied. I sighed. Who in hell was this guy? I looked at him again, trying to remember his sandy blonde hair and piercing blue eyes.
"Maybe I can help you remember if you come to my dorm tonight. But this time you can lick somewhere else of me, not my neck," And with that he moved my hand so that I was rubbing his crotch. Then I remember him. He was the guy I used in my first shot last night! I pulled me hand away as fast as I could.
"Dream on loser," I said and left the table.
"Bellatrix," The guy called. I turned around to see he was now with his friends on our table, "I'm sure your boyfriend won't mind if you did".
He started to laugh and his friends joined. I clenched my fist as I walked away. How humiliating. Being taunted by some guy I didn't even know about what had happened. Did the whole Slytherin house know?
I made my way over to the Hufflepuff table. Thankfully, they didn't see what had just happened. I recognized some of Jake's friends and walked over them.
"Excuse me?" I tapped one on his shoulder. He turned and gave me a questioning look. I noticed his friends had the same look too.
"Yeah?" He asked. I noticed he was mid-through reading a book called 'Wizards and me: A muggle-born's story'.
"I was wondering where Jake would be," I asked. The guy turned and looked at his friends. They all raised their eyebrows.
"Why do you want to know?" Another one of them asked. I felt my cheeks burning. How dare they question me!
"He IS my boyfriend!" I replied shrilly. His friends put their heads together and started whispering. I felt myself getting more and more angry. What was their problem?
"He's in the library studying," the book-reader answered. With a loud huff, I spun around and stomped off out of the hall in the direction of the library.
I dragged my feet along as I walked. This was it really, and I still didn't know what to do. Stepping into the library, I heard a soft chatter, almost like a hum. The library was fairly busy, but I'm not usually in here to know if its always like this or not. I ignored the librarian's stare as I walked past and scanned the room in search of a guy with short, almost curly blonde hair reading a book or someone with a muscular build, carrying books with a little skip in his step.
I stepped further into the library, trying to find him. But then something caught my eye. The little, fat second year girl with the long black hair and even darker eyes was sitting down, surrounded by thick books, writing furiously on a long piece of parchment. I grinned to myself at this opportunity.
Sneaking behind shelves of books, I crept slowly towards her, making sure no-one saw me. After some careful crawling and pretending to be reading when students walked past; I managed to get so close to her that I could read exactly what she was writing without her knowledge. I checked around me to see if anyone was watching me, then moved aside a book on the shelf to read.
She was still writing, when with a quick glance over each shoulder, I watched her pull out a piece of parchment from underneath her work. Scrawled in perfect cursive and with little hearts, was a decorative square of parchment saying:
MeGaN FoRReStEr LoVeS JaKe WiLLiAmSoN
I tried not to scoff but when she suddenly hid the 'artwork' and said hi so sweetly to someone I couldn't see, I grew interest. With another slight moving of a book, I saw my very own boyfriend pulling a chair next to her, adding more books to their pile.