The Potter Factor
By: Amora
Insert usual disclaimer here. Copyright violation not intended.
-Dedicated to everyone who reviewed or left feedback. Thank you-
Chapter 5: Days of Reckoning
Holy shit that was heavy! One word of advice from me to you, if you are going to volunteer to carry a girl, make sure it's not for six kilometers. By the time I carried Bella back to my apartment, my arms were jelly, and I nearly tripped over my own doorstep. Of course having those damn captivating eyes staring at you the whole way didn't make the situation any easier. I swear I could almost see the humor reflected in those deep cerulean pools.
I guess I was very lucky that the landlady wasn't there when I got back. I didn't know what I would have told her. For the next few minutes, I tended to Bella's wound as she stared at me wordlessly. Goddamn that is unnerving! Trying not to think about it too hard, I continued to work until her hand gently clasped over mine. I looked up and gulped as I realized how close her face was to mine.
"I-"she started but trailed off. She bit her lip and chose her words carefully before continuing. "Thank you Harry. Nobody has ever cared for me like this before."
I shrugged and tried to play off the nervousness I felt at her close proximity. It wouldn't do for me to babble again.
"I should be thanking you. After all, you've saved my life twice now." I mumbled. The way she was regarding me was nerve racking. The silence continued and it wasn't until I was done administering first-aid before she broke it once again.
"Harry," she said softly, "I want you to reconsider joining us again. We all want changes made, and the only way to change things is to take action. Please th-"
"No."
"But Harry, don't you want to remove those idiot politicians from the Ministry? Just think ab-"
"No!" I shouted vehemently. Bella looked so confused that I wanted nothing more than to comfort her, but I stood my ground. Slowly, I brought my free hand up to her face and gently stroked her cheek. The unrecognizable look in her eye returned full force.
"I don't give a rat's ass if the stupid Ministry collapses." I explained. "After what Fudge has done to me, Tom can torture him to his heart's content." She looked surprised and I chuckled mirthlessly. "I'm not the goody-good uptight piece of shit everyone knows me as. Especially after last year..."
The last comment hit home, and Bella looked extremely guilty. I hadn't meant to bring back the memories for either of us, but I couldn't take it back. I pulled Bella into a hug and she buried her face into my neck. We stayed that way for a while just enjoying each other's company.
"Then why won't you?" she said so softly that I almost didn't catch it. As she asked that question, my mind whirled with plausible answers. Why did I so viciously deny an open invitation to join Voldemort? Before this summer, I had taken it for granted that I knew what I was fighting for. I was living in a fantasy world where all Slytherins were evil, and I was the White Knight on my crusade against dark wizards like Voldie. God, what total and utter bullshit! Playing hero isn't going to lead me anywhere except an early death. And I had no intention of dying before I see my great-great-grandchildren start their magical education.
Now that I thought about it, what was holding me back? I looked down at the beautiful woman in my arms knew exactly why.
"You." I said simply and pushed Bella away until I held her at arm's length. She was looking beyond confused. "I'll never forgive that bastard for what he did to you."
"Harry...I-"she couldn't finish. We both turned and looked at the repulsive mark on her left arm. It stood out against her skin like a beacon calling attention to itself. Bella was looking at the tattoo with sadness and a renewed anger swelled in me. I took both her hands in mine to try and comfort her, but she avoided my eyes.
"Bella..." I said softly. Slowly, she lifted her head and our eyes locked. I could see the confrontation and bitterness in her as she debated my position. I didn't want to bring up bad memories, but I had to know something. "Did he ever torture you with the cruciatus?"
I could hear Bella gasp almost inaudibly and I knew I'd hit a nerve. Damnit, if she was subjected to that crap from Tom, why did she stay? Fear? That was the only answer I could come up with as I watched her shiver unconsciously.
"Did he?" I asked. I knew it wasn't a pleasant experience if she really was tortured, but I needed to know. As soon as the words left my mouth, I regretted uttering them as something in Bella snapped. She glared at me with fire in her eyes and I knew I was in trouble.
"Are you stupid Harry Potter?! Of course he did!" she yelled and then slapped me hard across the face. Holy shit that hurt! I nearly stumbled off the couch in spite of myself, but I guess I deserved that. Being the dumb fuck I am, I just had to satisfy my curiosity of everything. She raised her hand to slap me again as an afterthought, but I quickly grabbed her arm and she went limp. I moved closer to her and pulled her into an embrace which she instantly returned.
Even though she tried to hide the fact that she was crying, I could tell that Bella was sobbing silently into my shirt. Is THIS what Voldemort does to his followers? Tortures them until they are living in fear of him and acting on his every whim? A new and profound rage boiled inside me as I thought about what he could have done to Bella. I knew he must have subjected her to the cruciatus many times, but he could have done much worse. Bella was a gorgeous woman, and I know that Voldemort wouldn't hesitate at all to rape her if he felt like it. God, if he did, I'll cut his dick off if I ever see him again.
My attention was drawn to Bella as she let a sob escape. I don't have much experience comforting women, but I did learn a few things last year. I slowly lifted Bella's chin and looked her in the eyes. It was then that I realized she wore no make-up. If she had, it would have been smeared by her tears and my shirt by now. That fact alone makes her even more exquisite.
"This mark meant everything to me." She said softly as we continued to stare at each other. "It represented everything I was brought up to believe. We Blacks were born to serve the Dark Lord of the era, and anyone who doesn't is disowned and considered a blood traitor." She trailed off and looked away.
"And now," she continued, "this symbol haunts me wherever I go! I can't live a normal life as this binds me to him. If I don't serve him, I'm as good as dead!"
"No!" I shouted vehemently. "There has to be another way!"
"But there isn't!" she cried. "Don't you see Harry? If I continue this, I'll just be used and tortured, but if I try and defect, I'll be killed!" I tried to convince her otherwise, but she wasn't having any of it. "And even if I somehow DO escape from him, the aurors will throw me in Azkaban without a second thought! Nobody can help me now!"
"I can." I said without hesitation. I slowly lifted my hands and caressed her tear stained cheeks. "We can help each other Bella. We're both caught in the middle of this stupid war, and can't turn to either side. I understand what you're going through because I've been fucked with enough as it is. We've both been treated like pawns, and I for one, can't stand it anymore. I can help you, Bella. Let me..."
Bella leaned her cheeks against my palms and there was an unreadable expression in her face. She was contemplating what I said, and in a matter of moments, she had reached a decision.
"Harry, I-"I cut off her sentence by capturing her lips with my own. At first, she didn't respond, but slowly, two lithe arms circled my neck and our kiss deepened. God, this was so much better than kissing in the restaurant. No disturbances from patrons, owners, or robbers. Her tongue demanded entrance which I gladly granted. Slowly but surely, she was pinning me to the couch as she kissed me senseless. At last, she was lying on top of me and we broke the kiss feeling breathless.
"I want you Harry..." she whispered and looked down at me with lustful eyes. God, she was turning me on more than anything else imaginable. Without any hesitation, I flipped her over so I was now on top. Repaying her for what she did to me that day in the park, I proceeded to plant soft kisses along her neck and collarbone. She moaned in pleasure, and it was the most alluring sound I've ever heard. I swear that from now on, I'd dedicate hours at a time to make her sound like that.
Bella looked at me with a renewed fire in her eyes as I slowly removed her t-shirt to reveal the most beautiful sight I've ever seen in sixteen years of my life. Her breasts were perfectly proportional to her size, and I wasted no time in applying all oral skills to them. I used every technique I could think of: Dudley's Porn Videos, Cho, Parvati, and even some of my fantasies. Fortunately for me, it was apparently working as Bella was now moaning louder than ever and flailing on the couch.
"Oh god...Harry!" she screamed as I took her other breast in my mouth. Hah! A guy could get used to this. I continued my oral ministrations until Bella couldn't take anymore. She tore off my shirt, my pants, her shorts, and her silk panties before pulling me into a deep kiss. "God! I can't take this anymore!" she said into my ear. Her hot breath was tickling me and I silently agreed.
We positioned ourselves on the couch and I slid in inch by inch. Holy shit! What a feeling! It was so warm and inviting. It was all I could think about as we started a slow pace. The control soon disappeared, as I couldn't take the tension anymore. I proceeded to drill her into the couch as Bella's arms and legs wrapped around me pulling me deeper into her. Her screams of pleasure were all I could hear as I was slowly but surely reaching the pinnacle. It was pure ecstasy! If there was an afterlife, please let it be like this!
"Oh my god! Harry!" Bella screamed as she climaxed. I could feel it pulling me over as well, and I grunted in my own. I lay there on top of her for a moment as we are still basking in our pleasure. Well, I'm no longer a virgin. Damn, that was the most exhilarating experience in my life!
I was still inside her as she leaned up and started kissing my neck again. Holy shit! The feeling was coming back already, and I didn't even get a chance sort my thoughts yet. I took initiative and thrust into her again making her gasp. Bella looked up at me hungrily as we lost ourselves to torrid passion for the second time that night. And three more times before we fell asleep exhausted and sore, but finally complete.
A/N: Well hope you enjoyed that chapter as much as I enjoyed writing it. Please leave feedback or comments so I can continue to improve my story. Thanks!
By: Amora
Insert usual disclaimer here. Copyright violation not intended.
-Dedicated to everyone who reviewed or left feedback. Thank you-
Chapter 5: Days of Reckoning
Holy shit that was heavy! One word of advice from me to you, if you are going to volunteer to carry a girl, make sure it's not for six kilometers. By the time I carried Bella back to my apartment, my arms were jelly, and I nearly tripped over my own doorstep. Of course having those damn captivating eyes staring at you the whole way didn't make the situation any easier. I swear I could almost see the humor reflected in those deep cerulean pools.
I guess I was very lucky that the landlady wasn't there when I got back. I didn't know what I would have told her. For the next few minutes, I tended to Bella's wound as she stared at me wordlessly. Goddamn that is unnerving! Trying not to think about it too hard, I continued to work until her hand gently clasped over mine. I looked up and gulped as I realized how close her face was to mine.
"I-"she started but trailed off. She bit her lip and chose her words carefully before continuing. "Thank you Harry. Nobody has ever cared for me like this before."
I shrugged and tried to play off the nervousness I felt at her close proximity. It wouldn't do for me to babble again.
"I should be thanking you. After all, you've saved my life twice now." I mumbled. The way she was regarding me was nerve racking. The silence continued and it wasn't until I was done administering first-aid before she broke it once again.
"Harry," she said softly, "I want you to reconsider joining us again. We all want changes made, and the only way to change things is to take action. Please th-"
"No."
"But Harry, don't you want to remove those idiot politicians from the Ministry? Just think ab-"
"No!" I shouted vehemently. Bella looked so confused that I wanted nothing more than to comfort her, but I stood my ground. Slowly, I brought my free hand up to her face and gently stroked her cheek. The unrecognizable look in her eye returned full force.
"I don't give a rat's ass if the stupid Ministry collapses." I explained. "After what Fudge has done to me, Tom can torture him to his heart's content." She looked surprised and I chuckled mirthlessly. "I'm not the goody-good uptight piece of shit everyone knows me as. Especially after last year..."
The last comment hit home, and Bella looked extremely guilty. I hadn't meant to bring back the memories for either of us, but I couldn't take it back. I pulled Bella into a hug and she buried her face into my neck. We stayed that way for a while just enjoying each other's company.
"Then why won't you?" she said so softly that I almost didn't catch it. As she asked that question, my mind whirled with plausible answers. Why did I so viciously deny an open invitation to join Voldemort? Before this summer, I had taken it for granted that I knew what I was fighting for. I was living in a fantasy world where all Slytherins were evil, and I was the White Knight on my crusade against dark wizards like Voldie. God, what total and utter bullshit! Playing hero isn't going to lead me anywhere except an early death. And I had no intention of dying before I see my great-great-grandchildren start their magical education.
Now that I thought about it, what was holding me back? I looked down at the beautiful woman in my arms knew exactly why.
"You." I said simply and pushed Bella away until I held her at arm's length. She was looking beyond confused. "I'll never forgive that bastard for what he did to you."
"Harry...I-"she couldn't finish. We both turned and looked at the repulsive mark on her left arm. It stood out against her skin like a beacon calling attention to itself. Bella was looking at the tattoo with sadness and a renewed anger swelled in me. I took both her hands in mine to try and comfort her, but she avoided my eyes.
"Bella..." I said softly. Slowly, she lifted her head and our eyes locked. I could see the confrontation and bitterness in her as she debated my position. I didn't want to bring up bad memories, but I had to know something. "Did he ever torture you with the cruciatus?"
I could hear Bella gasp almost inaudibly and I knew I'd hit a nerve. Damnit, if she was subjected to that crap from Tom, why did she stay? Fear? That was the only answer I could come up with as I watched her shiver unconsciously.
"Did he?" I asked. I knew it wasn't a pleasant experience if she really was tortured, but I needed to know. As soon as the words left my mouth, I regretted uttering them as something in Bella snapped. She glared at me with fire in her eyes and I knew I was in trouble.
"Are you stupid Harry Potter?! Of course he did!" she yelled and then slapped me hard across the face. Holy shit that hurt! I nearly stumbled off the couch in spite of myself, but I guess I deserved that. Being the dumb fuck I am, I just had to satisfy my curiosity of everything. She raised her hand to slap me again as an afterthought, but I quickly grabbed her arm and she went limp. I moved closer to her and pulled her into an embrace which she instantly returned.
Even though she tried to hide the fact that she was crying, I could tell that Bella was sobbing silently into my shirt. Is THIS what Voldemort does to his followers? Tortures them until they are living in fear of him and acting on his every whim? A new and profound rage boiled inside me as I thought about what he could have done to Bella. I knew he must have subjected her to the cruciatus many times, but he could have done much worse. Bella was a gorgeous woman, and I know that Voldemort wouldn't hesitate at all to rape her if he felt like it. God, if he did, I'll cut his dick off if I ever see him again.
My attention was drawn to Bella as she let a sob escape. I don't have much experience comforting women, but I did learn a few things last year. I slowly lifted Bella's chin and looked her in the eyes. It was then that I realized she wore no make-up. If she had, it would have been smeared by her tears and my shirt by now. That fact alone makes her even more exquisite.
"This mark meant everything to me." She said softly as we continued to stare at each other. "It represented everything I was brought up to believe. We Blacks were born to serve the Dark Lord of the era, and anyone who doesn't is disowned and considered a blood traitor." She trailed off and looked away.
"And now," she continued, "this symbol haunts me wherever I go! I can't live a normal life as this binds me to him. If I don't serve him, I'm as good as dead!"
"No!" I shouted vehemently. "There has to be another way!"
"But there isn't!" she cried. "Don't you see Harry? If I continue this, I'll just be used and tortured, but if I try and defect, I'll be killed!" I tried to convince her otherwise, but she wasn't having any of it. "And even if I somehow DO escape from him, the aurors will throw me in Azkaban without a second thought! Nobody can help me now!"
"I can." I said without hesitation. I slowly lifted my hands and caressed her tear stained cheeks. "We can help each other Bella. We're both caught in the middle of this stupid war, and can't turn to either side. I understand what you're going through because I've been fucked with enough as it is. We've both been treated like pawns, and I for one, can't stand it anymore. I can help you, Bella. Let me..."
Bella leaned her cheeks against my palms and there was an unreadable expression in her face. She was contemplating what I said, and in a matter of moments, she had reached a decision.
"Harry, I-"I cut off her sentence by capturing her lips with my own. At first, she didn't respond, but slowly, two lithe arms circled my neck and our kiss deepened. God, this was so much better than kissing in the restaurant. No disturbances from patrons, owners, or robbers. Her tongue demanded entrance which I gladly granted. Slowly but surely, she was pinning me to the couch as she kissed me senseless. At last, she was lying on top of me and we broke the kiss feeling breathless.
"I want you Harry..." she whispered and looked down at me with lustful eyes. God, she was turning me on more than anything else imaginable. Without any hesitation, I flipped her over so I was now on top. Repaying her for what she did to me that day in the park, I proceeded to plant soft kisses along her neck and collarbone. She moaned in pleasure, and it was the most alluring sound I've ever heard. I swear that from now on, I'd dedicate hours at a time to make her sound like that.
Bella looked at me with a renewed fire in her eyes as I slowly removed her t-shirt to reveal the most beautiful sight I've ever seen in sixteen years of my life. Her breasts were perfectly proportional to her size, and I wasted no time in applying all oral skills to them. I used every technique I could think of: Dudley's Porn Videos, Cho, Parvati, and even some of my fantasies. Fortunately for me, it was apparently working as Bella was now moaning louder than ever and flailing on the couch.
"Oh god...Harry!" she screamed as I took her other breast in my mouth. Hah! A guy could get used to this. I continued my oral ministrations until Bella couldn't take anymore. She tore off my shirt, my pants, her shorts, and her silk panties before pulling me into a deep kiss. "God! I can't take this anymore!" she said into my ear. Her hot breath was tickling me and I silently agreed.
We positioned ourselves on the couch and I slid in inch by inch. Holy shit! What a feeling! It was so warm and inviting. It was all I could think about as we started a slow pace. The control soon disappeared, as I couldn't take the tension anymore. I proceeded to drill her into the couch as Bella's arms and legs wrapped around me pulling me deeper into her. Her screams of pleasure were all I could hear as I was slowly but surely reaching the pinnacle. It was pure ecstasy! If there was an afterlife, please let it be like this!
"Oh my god! Harry!" Bella screamed as she climaxed. I could feel it pulling me over as well, and I grunted in my own. I lay there on top of her for a moment as we are still basking in our pleasure. Well, I'm no longer a virgin. Damn, that was the most exhilarating experience in my life!
I was still inside her as she leaned up and started kissing my neck again. Holy shit! The feeling was coming back already, and I didn't even get a chance sort my thoughts yet. I took initiative and thrust into her again making her gasp. Bella looked up at me hungrily as we lost ourselves to torrid passion for the second time that night. And three more times before we fell asleep exhausted and sore, but finally complete.
A/N: Well hope you enjoyed that chapter as much as I enjoyed writing it. Please leave feedback or comments so I can continue to improve my story. Thanks!