Chapter 4
Drunk, smoking and bitter
Notes: Ok so after writing the chapter I have decided I cannot write sex scenes. But still I will try. I guess next time I'll have sex I'll note everything (mean mental noting :D) so hopefully the next sex will be better, I have to learn this as I am planning on writing a threesome scene in this fic. I am really getting into this story. So if you will not review you will be haunted by Myrtle. Have a nice week.
Cat has not come back. It was almost midnight. Hermione softly pulled out of bed. She was thinking hard. This situation was stressing her. Somehow she had come to treat Cat as an older sister. She seemed so much more mature. Hermione has never really been drunk, and she could not handle Draco with such ease. Tonight she was going to meet her new "older sister's" friends, and she felt that she would not be accepted. Seb was a Slytherin after all, and rumours said he was close to Draco. Tom was Ravenclaw what made things easier. She was terrified.
She met Harry and Ron in the common room, and like before, they hid under the invisibility cloak and walked to the willow. There was no sign of Filch or Mrs. Norris on the way. They heard voices as the approached the willow.
"Let's take the cloak of now, so they won't know we have it" Harry suggested and the slipped out from under the cloak. All three Gryffindor hearts were pounding fast. The whole situation was weird to Harry, and Ron still felt he might never see his family after tonight.
"Will you stop, Seb honestly, no" Cat was laughing hard. Tom' head popped out form behind the tree.
"Look who's here?" he shouted to the other two as he noticed Harry, Ron and Hermione. "Was just off to take a piss." His smiled seemed welcoming, however he seemed quite drunk, so it could have been an illusion.
Hermione, Harry and Ron (Ron, of course making the smallest strides possible) approached the willow. As they came behind it they saw Seb and Cat sitting on the grass. Cat was holding a large bottle of brownish liquid, and a cigarette. Her gaze was still sharp however she seemed extraordinarily happy. Seb was calm, as always, smiling broadly.
"Sit down, this is Sebastian Hall, Seb this is Hermione Granger" Cat pointed at Hermione "Ron Weasley" she pointed at Ron "AND" she got up and came up to Harry. She put her arms on his shoulders. "Harry Potter"
Seb showed no emotions whatsoever, his smile faded a little "Ah, the boy who lived" he got up as well "what a team the Queen of Wisdom, the Brave and Loyal of Heart and the Chosen One" he came up to each one of them and shook their hands. The three were too stunned to say anything.
"My god Seb, be serious for once, they look terrified, don't scare them even more" she smiled at them warmly (and honestly as it was hard for her to smile warmly as a false thing).
The three finally sat down. Seb, Tom and Cat tried their best to make them feel welcome.
"Want a fag?"
"Come, on drink up it won't hurt ya"
"Wait wait, Hermione so you mean Arithmacy is not THAT hard?"
The evening was getting very fun. It was getting better with ever sip they took out of the bottle. Ron decided he will never ever smoke, as he almost spat his lungs out on the attempt. Hermione tried the alcohol so cigarettes were out of the question. Harry found smoking quite pleasant, as he has done it before during the summer with his cousin. The ex-Durmstag three smoked a lot and drank great amounts of the brown liquid that they had undying supplies of under the willow.
Hermione could not believe she has been scared of the three. This felt so right, and Tom was such an interesting conversation partner. It turned out Seb and Cat are a year older, as from where they come from you go to school a year later. This shocked Ron, and he felt intimidate until Seb reminded him that it was ONLY a year "for heavens sake mate".
As the hours passed, none of them could feel the time fly. Suddenly Hermione felt all the time she had spent on studying was not as important as she thought. She couldn't believe she missed out on so much fun. Cat stopped giving her the bottle. Soon, Ron was denied the drink as well.
"Oh, come on don't be a prick Tom, gimmy a little" Ron's arm shot towards the bottle, he lost his balance and fell onto the grass. A salve of laughs passed the company.
"You've had enough mate" Tom patted Ron on the shoulder
"And so have you" Seb took the bottle from Tom and got up. He walked away slowly towards the forest. Cat got up as well and followed; as she caught up with him he took her hand. Hermione watched it as if it was in slow motion.
"Oi, that's my bottle, and that's the forbidden forest" Ron shouted after them.
"Give it a rest boy, we have more." He tried to get up but couldn't
"Hermione be a doll and pass a bottle form under the willow" Tom spoke to the girl, she did not move however.
"Where are they going?" she asked instead.
"Ah, well why do you think they get bloody drunk every night, me you know I'm an old alcoholic, them," he paused to find the right word "they're just bitter." Silence fell. Tom did not ask for the bottle again. He started looking at the willow leaves and commenting on them. Hermione and Ron stared at the couple intensively. Harry found there was no point in disturbing the silence.
"They're not that bad aren't they?" Cat asked with hope in her voice. Seb did not answer. "Why did she care? She has been changing for the past two years. Drastically, and he was sure it was not growing up. Something must have happened. And now she made friends with these overexcited kids. They were nice, he enjoyed the evening, however he himself was not as excited about it as she was.
"I had fun. They're alright" Seb answered.
"Knew you wouldn't like them" she stopped at the edged of the forest under a tree. She started feeling cold, now, and not so sure about this whole evening.
"Look, they're really nice, I just... I don't care" she looked up at him as he spoke. Her back rested on the tree.
"I know, sometimes its just nice to care you know" her eyes were sad. She really wanted to care. She really did, just sometimes she couldn't.
"I care about you" his voice raised at the last word and their eyes locked, and she knew why she was here. Their lips met. This was not love. This was not passion; this was lust, pure lust. He took off her shirt with one swift move. No bra. Her round breasts and the alcohol in his blood made his head spin. Her nipples hardened immediately. She pulled up his t-shirt, and looked hungrily at his well-formed dark body. She kissed it, licked it, and scratched it. This was the only time in the day when the felt alive, when they could feel anything. He pulled up her skirt. No underwear. How he loved that. He entered her quickly. One swift moves almost a stab. All he could see was a mixture of their skins and her hair. Her long black wavy hair, now flying freely everywhere. He moved hastily, wanting to catch this moment as fast as he could, wanting to go deeper then ever. He could hear her moan, and their fast breathes almost locked together. He could feel her wet body and his wet body blend; he could smell their sweat. She moved in with him, she was warm and wet inside. He could take it no longer, a fusion of views smells and great excitement. She screamed. He let out a last fast breath.
Their foreheads touching they stayed like this breathing hard for almost a minute. The wonderful time was over. They will feel nothing again in only a moment. However the bodies were satisfied and they concentrated on that.
"Never lie to me" Cat spoke out of breath.
"I didn't," he answered
"You, did in a way and you know it"
Drunk, smoking and bitter
Notes: Ok so after writing the chapter I have decided I cannot write sex scenes. But still I will try. I guess next time I'll have sex I'll note everything (mean mental noting :D) so hopefully the next sex will be better, I have to learn this as I am planning on writing a threesome scene in this fic. I am really getting into this story. So if you will not review you will be haunted by Myrtle. Have a nice week.
Cat has not come back. It was almost midnight. Hermione softly pulled out of bed. She was thinking hard. This situation was stressing her. Somehow she had come to treat Cat as an older sister. She seemed so much more mature. Hermione has never really been drunk, and she could not handle Draco with such ease. Tonight she was going to meet her new "older sister's" friends, and she felt that she would not be accepted. Seb was a Slytherin after all, and rumours said he was close to Draco. Tom was Ravenclaw what made things easier. She was terrified.
She met Harry and Ron in the common room, and like before, they hid under the invisibility cloak and walked to the willow. There was no sign of Filch or Mrs. Norris on the way. They heard voices as the approached the willow.
"Let's take the cloak of now, so they won't know we have it" Harry suggested and the slipped out from under the cloak. All three Gryffindor hearts were pounding fast. The whole situation was weird to Harry, and Ron still felt he might never see his family after tonight.
"Will you stop, Seb honestly, no" Cat was laughing hard. Tom' head popped out form behind the tree.
"Look who's here?" he shouted to the other two as he noticed Harry, Ron and Hermione. "Was just off to take a piss." His smiled seemed welcoming, however he seemed quite drunk, so it could have been an illusion.
Hermione, Harry and Ron (Ron, of course making the smallest strides possible) approached the willow. As they came behind it they saw Seb and Cat sitting on the grass. Cat was holding a large bottle of brownish liquid, and a cigarette. Her gaze was still sharp however she seemed extraordinarily happy. Seb was calm, as always, smiling broadly.
"Sit down, this is Sebastian Hall, Seb this is Hermione Granger" Cat pointed at Hermione "Ron Weasley" she pointed at Ron "AND" she got up and came up to Harry. She put her arms on his shoulders. "Harry Potter"
Seb showed no emotions whatsoever, his smile faded a little "Ah, the boy who lived" he got up as well "what a team the Queen of Wisdom, the Brave and Loyal of Heart and the Chosen One" he came up to each one of them and shook their hands. The three were too stunned to say anything.
"My god Seb, be serious for once, they look terrified, don't scare them even more" she smiled at them warmly (and honestly as it was hard for her to smile warmly as a false thing).
The three finally sat down. Seb, Tom and Cat tried their best to make them feel welcome.
"Want a fag?"
"Come, on drink up it won't hurt ya"
"Wait wait, Hermione so you mean Arithmacy is not THAT hard?"
The evening was getting very fun. It was getting better with ever sip they took out of the bottle. Ron decided he will never ever smoke, as he almost spat his lungs out on the attempt. Hermione tried the alcohol so cigarettes were out of the question. Harry found smoking quite pleasant, as he has done it before during the summer with his cousin. The ex-Durmstag three smoked a lot and drank great amounts of the brown liquid that they had undying supplies of under the willow.
Hermione could not believe she has been scared of the three. This felt so right, and Tom was such an interesting conversation partner. It turned out Seb and Cat are a year older, as from where they come from you go to school a year later. This shocked Ron, and he felt intimidate until Seb reminded him that it was ONLY a year "for heavens sake mate".
As the hours passed, none of them could feel the time fly. Suddenly Hermione felt all the time she had spent on studying was not as important as she thought. She couldn't believe she missed out on so much fun. Cat stopped giving her the bottle. Soon, Ron was denied the drink as well.
"Oh, come on don't be a prick Tom, gimmy a little" Ron's arm shot towards the bottle, he lost his balance and fell onto the grass. A salve of laughs passed the company.
"You've had enough mate" Tom patted Ron on the shoulder
"And so have you" Seb took the bottle from Tom and got up. He walked away slowly towards the forest. Cat got up as well and followed; as she caught up with him he took her hand. Hermione watched it as if it was in slow motion.
"Oi, that's my bottle, and that's the forbidden forest" Ron shouted after them.
"Give it a rest boy, we have more." He tried to get up but couldn't
"Hermione be a doll and pass a bottle form under the willow" Tom spoke to the girl, she did not move however.
"Where are they going?" she asked instead.
"Ah, well why do you think they get bloody drunk every night, me you know I'm an old alcoholic, them," he paused to find the right word "they're just bitter." Silence fell. Tom did not ask for the bottle again. He started looking at the willow leaves and commenting on them. Hermione and Ron stared at the couple intensively. Harry found there was no point in disturbing the silence.
"They're not that bad aren't they?" Cat asked with hope in her voice. Seb did not answer. "Why did she care? She has been changing for the past two years. Drastically, and he was sure it was not growing up. Something must have happened. And now she made friends with these overexcited kids. They were nice, he enjoyed the evening, however he himself was not as excited about it as she was.
"I had fun. They're alright" Seb answered.
"Knew you wouldn't like them" she stopped at the edged of the forest under a tree. She started feeling cold, now, and not so sure about this whole evening.
"Look, they're really nice, I just... I don't care" she looked up at him as he spoke. Her back rested on the tree.
"I know, sometimes its just nice to care you know" her eyes were sad. She really wanted to care. She really did, just sometimes she couldn't.
"I care about you" his voice raised at the last word and their eyes locked, and she knew why she was here. Their lips met. This was not love. This was not passion; this was lust, pure lust. He took off her shirt with one swift move. No bra. Her round breasts and the alcohol in his blood made his head spin. Her nipples hardened immediately. She pulled up his t-shirt, and looked hungrily at his well-formed dark body. She kissed it, licked it, and scratched it. This was the only time in the day when the felt alive, when they could feel anything. He pulled up her skirt. No underwear. How he loved that. He entered her quickly. One swift moves almost a stab. All he could see was a mixture of their skins and her hair. Her long black wavy hair, now flying freely everywhere. He moved hastily, wanting to catch this moment as fast as he could, wanting to go deeper then ever. He could hear her moan, and their fast breathes almost locked together. He could feel her wet body and his wet body blend; he could smell their sweat. She moved in with him, she was warm and wet inside. He could take it no longer, a fusion of views smells and great excitement. She screamed. He let out a last fast breath.
Their foreheads touching they stayed like this breathing hard for almost a minute. The wonderful time was over. They will feel nothing again in only a moment. However the bodies were satisfied and they concentrated on that.
"Never lie to me" Cat spoke out of breath.
"I didn't," he answered
"You, did in a way and you know it"