Repeated Contact Damage – Chapter 2 – In The Swirl of Sensitivity and Sensation
As you may have noticed in the previous chapter, when Harry is presenting female (and when I'm using him as a focaliser), I will continue referring to him using masculine pronouns, if it's the POV of another character. I may use feminine pronouns instead. This is literally so that it's a little easier for me to keep track of.
Incidentally, I have a new word-count goal for each chapter, I'm trying to write at minimum 5,000 words per chapter, eep.
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Warning: Heterosexual lemon ahead!
There it was again, the disgusting and semi-frightening compulsion, like an unsettling combination of the Imperious and Cruciatus curses, like electricity or lightning or even just a hand pushing down on his neck and shoulders, ordering him to move, to jerk or twitch, he couldn't control it, the more he tried, the stronger the urge. He'd never felt a need so strong as the one he was experiencing now, and he was terrified that he'd humiliate himself by doing something weird, especially since Alice was beside him. It was definitely the most embarrassing thing he could think of, he didn't care about the twitches in front of his house-mates, while they didn't understand, they definitely didn't make a big deal out of it, but Alice was different, she wouldn't laugh, but the concern and the questions about Draco's well-being made him uneasy, it made his heartbeat erratic, and his stomach do back flips. Unpleasant, and also not so at the same time. It didn't take long. He didn't know exactly what his stress levels soaring, well, he supposed he could make an educated guess if he really tried, but he wasn't exactly in the mood for psychoanalysing himself. No, if he was being entirely honest, it probably had a great deal to do with Alice's tantalising legs, clad in long black socks.
He tried to swallow the lump in his throat, keep the thoughts at bay, but it wasn't much use. It was bad enough that he'd been blushing on his way into the classroom, having heard a group of Ravenclaw girls discussing Alice's new wig, one that Draco had in fact already seen for himself. Truth be told, he'd been both anticipating and dreading the day it would be worn, since he was both entranced by the soft ringlets and vivid scarlet, and horrified by the idea of an attraction to one of his best friends. He couldn't help but stare as his companion's legs uncrossed, slightly parted, the skirt dipping-
No surely, he had to drag himself away from his lecherous daydream, or else he'd be discovered, almost definitely. Yep. No two ways about it, they'd know, they'd all know exactly what he was thinking. With that panic induced notion in mind, his anxiety levels had gone through the roof, and the uncomfortable burning-cum-tingling sensation in his shoulders and neck intensified, until he couldn't hold it back any longer. He lurched uncontrollably.
BANG.
He sat, wide eyed, forehead smarting as he tried to catch up with what had just happened. Honestly, it didn't take long for his face to heat up as the recognition dawned on him. When everything had stopped churning in his brain, he looked up at their Professor, who was watching him with concern. Several seconds of stunned silence blanketed the class before Professor McGonagall seemed to regain her senses.
"Mr Malfoy, are you quite alright?"
No, no, no! Why did she have to bring more attention to what he'd done? He could feel his eyes prickling, the tears threatened to well up from sheer embarrassment, and he wouldn't no, couldn't allow himself to cry, not when they were all watching, waiting for him to do something.
And there it was again, that awful feeling, the need to break the stillness and the calmness that he tried to emanate. He tried to quell it, but once more he could feel the need bubbling up his spine, until he couldn't take it any longer, and just let it happen.
Once more, he pitched forward, or was it downward? Once more, his head smacked into the desk and once more, he could feel the shame constricting his throat and knotting in his stomach.
"I've just fucking head butted a desk twice, while I'm thankful it wasn't the floor or wall it still fucking hurt. Can I go to the Hospital Wing?" He asked, well aware of the fact he was going to get a rather severe telling-off for swearing at a Professor, but at that particular moment in time he couldn't quite bring himself to give even half of a flying fuck, because at that particular moment in time, all he really wanted to do was go and hide under his covers so that no one could find him.
It was very rare for Draco to explicitly break rules, as a Slytherin he was expected to be subtle, but given his subtlety had already failed him spectacularly that day, he didn't exactly care to be told he could leave the lesson, instead he packed up his things and walked out without waiting for a response.
Okay, so he might get a slight lecture for it later from Professor Snape, but he really, really didn't care. He couldn't even keep the motion of his arm at bay as he fled the classroom, hyper aware of the thirty or so of his peers that were watching him, waiting for him to fuck up again.
He didn't even realise as his feet carried him up the stairs instead of down, and it was only when he was stood outside the relatively plain looking door of Alice's private rooms did he come to his senses. Breathily, he muttered her password, and made a beeline for her bedroom. Despondently, Draco flung himself on her bed, slid himself under the covers, pulled them up over his head and sighed, wishing Alice was there to comfort him.
Alice tried not to be unnerved by Draco's antics, he really did, but there was a niggling feeling that something was seriously wrong. He found it incredibly difficult to concentrate on the morning's lessons, occasionally he drifted listlessly in daydreams, worry for Draco gnawing away at his constantly. It wasn't until lunchtime that his mood lifted, and that was only due to the intervention of Hermione. Without any kind of warning, Hermione grabbed Alice's arm, and dragged him into a broom closet.
"Hermione, what-"
"Listen, Alice, this morning I woke up and I knew I needed to feel, I don't know, just need..." She trailed off, looking at him pleadingly. "I tried with my... it's just not enough!"
Alice looked at his friend, while she wasn't being terribly clear, it wasn't as if she wasn't making any sense at all. He hoped he was getting the right end of the stick, since he thought the idea sounded like an exceptionally good one.
"You want to have sex...?" He questioned, trying oh so desperately to keep the hopeful tone out of his voice.
"Yeah... I thought it'd be fine, since I told you about Louise and Mark, and you told me about Nathan, Darren and Siobhan, it's not like I could ask, yeah that's not fair really, something casual for a first..."
Alice nodded, and Hermione sighed, relief evident in her frame.
"Is it really like that sometimes for girls?" He couldn't help but ask, but need to know if what she was describing was actually a legitimate problem.
"Yeah, you just know that you've got to have cock, you just need it, you sit down wrong and if feels like you're going to cum, you try and squeeze your legs together, or rub against the seat discreetly, but in the end it's not really enough..."
From her tone, Alice could tell that Hermione wanted the conversation to end, and he took the hint.
Cautiously he stepped forward, closed the distance between them, his hands resting on her hips, relishing the femininity of her figure. A part of him realised that neither of them were blushing virgins, and if they wanted to actually get to anything good they would have to hurry, they probably had in the region of forty-five minutes, and that wasn't a great deal of time. Their lips met as he unbuttoned Hermione's blouse, his fingers teasing the smooth, soft expanse of skin beneath her clothes. It didn't surprise him in the slightest that Hermione's bra was practical and fairly nondescript, pale blue with white stripes. They started as one of his crutches clattered to the floor, the fear of discovery spurring them on momentarily. Hermione's lips were soft and pliant against Alice's and he couldn't help but want more, a lot more of what Hermione was offering. He watched in amazement as Hermione's slender hands reached up and unclipped her bra, and he glimpsed her breasts for the first time.
"You're beautiful," he murmured as he kissed a line down her throat, making his way unabashed to her nipples, he wanted her to moan, and be breathless, all those wonderful things that came from good sex. The hands that threaded in his hair as he took the soft nub of flesh into his mouth was more than likely a good sign, as was mewling whimper she couldn't seem to contain. Alice felt a swell of warmth in his chest as he flicked his tongue over the hardening bud, shudders rippling through Hermione's lithe body as he did, gasped expletives slipping off her tongue in an agonisingly sensual way. It was a very rare thing, Hermione swearing, and now that he had heard it in not quite the throes of passion -but near enough there- he wanted to make sure she reserved it for such moments. Confidently, he trailed his left hand down her stomach, the motion probably tickled, if the fluttering muscle beneath his fingertips was anything to go by, and dragged the back of his hand up her inner thigh. Alice delighted in the ragged breathing he was hearing from above him, the breaths coming quicker as he pushed aside Hermione's panties, also light blue and striped with white- he couldn't resist looking for a moment, wondering if they'd match or not. He didn't do an awful lot, just pressed his finger against her swollen lips as he attached himself to her other nipple, but the reaction was astounding. Almost unconsciously, her hips rolled, and she thrust against his finger, an obvious and unquestionable indicator of what is was exactly that she needed.
Alice couldn't say he was in the mood to give her exactly what she wanted that quickly though, he was a little bit of a tease like that. Slowly, ever so slowly, he circled her clit, She was so wet that Harry didn't doubt her in the slightest when she said she's been aroused pretty much all morning.
"Stop teasing me!" Hermione demanded ardently.
With such a strong command hanging in the air, Alice felt like it would be a crime to deny her any longer.
He straightened up and hooked his fingers in the waistband of her underwear, but thought better of it. Hurriedly, he pushed his own skirt and undergarments down, exposing his engorged cock to the cold air of the broom closet. Hermione's thin fingers wrapped around his length, and stroked with just the right amount of pressure to drive him insane. He grasped her wrist, halting her, otherwise the actual sex part of their encounter was going to be fairly short and uninspiring. With a small, coquettish smile, Hermione turned away from him and braced her hands on the door. Alice paused for a moment to take in the sight before him, her long legs and gorgeous ass, he couldn't help but lick his lip and step forward, his cock pressing against the taut fabric of her panties.
"Ready?" He asked rhetorically, he knew that if she wasn't, she wouldn't be offering herself -well, he liked to think it anyway, it'd be stupid of her otherwise.
The small nod of confirmation calmed his nerves regardless. He pulled her arousal moistened panties aside, took a hold of his cock and rested it at her entrance, waiting several seconds. It had been a fantasy of his for many months, to have sex with a girl while she was still pretty much entirely clothed, he thought the idea was extremely pleasing, and made the act feel ten times more illicit than it had any right to be, and their chosen location was only adding to the feeling of the forbidden. It was with a gleeful feeling that he pushed himself inside Hermione's tight pussy.
"Oh fuck!" Hermione groaned. He wasn't exactly gentle, but he knew she had a preference for sex a little on the wilder side, from their gossip sessions about their ex's.
Alice struggled to keep a good rhythm, sex whilst standing wasn't the easiest for him, but it was inevitably easier than kneeling, heaven forbid, Hermione's breasts were cupped in his hands, her nipples trapped between his fingers. He could hear her trying to restrain whatever noises she was trying to make, and it wasn't exactly a bad idea, since they were on the fourth floor, in a closet which was passed by both library and infirmary goers. She was quite successful, actually, until he started going a bit harder. It was then that she ceased being able to restrain the pleasured sounds than tumbled almost unabashed from her lips. Almost.
The slight movement of the door was the only hint they got that someone was trying to force their way inside. Alice had two options really, lean harder against it and prevent them from getting in, or risk the potential wrath of a teacher. The answer was pretty much taken out of their hands, as the door was shouldered again, and rather than risk injury, Alice chose to step away from it, dragging Hermione back with him as he did. In the milliseconds between them moving away from the door, and it being pushed open, he managed to wrap Hermione's blouse around her, not that they were going to be able to kid whoever it was, but he at least wanted her dignity to remain somewhat intact, at the very least around fifty percent undamaged.
"Potter... and Granger!" Parkinson laughed as she took in the scene before her.
"Want to join us? No? Well shut your fucking gob, shut the fucking door and go the fuck away!" Alice growled.
Parkinson hesitated for several seconds, and it was only when Alice reached out to drag her into the closet did she slam the door shut and scurry away.
"You okay?" He asked Hermione, somewhat concerned.
A nod was all he received.
"Want to continue?"
Another nod.
Cautiously, he resumed thrusting, waiting until the girl in his arms relaxed before he resumed the pace they were going at before they had been so rudely interrupted. He knew he'd twisted his knee in the skirmish to get away from the door, and oh boy he knew it was going to be a bitch later that day, and the rumours would no doubt be horrible, but he could forget about all of that momentarily, as he pounded into Hermione's tight and eager pussy. It wasn't long before she was reaching down, fingering her own clit desperately as she chased her impending orgasm. His much larger, rougher finger joined hers, and shortly after she was gasping, shuddering, her legs clamped together and her silken soft walls squeezing down on his cock, his own orgasm following hers quickly.
Though Alice wished they could stay a little longer and catch their breath, it wasn't really an option, classes were to begin in such a short amount of time that they had no choice but to redress quickly.
He frowned as he noticed Hermione's grimace. She smiled at him, and hastened to explain.
"Just a bit unpleasant afterwards to be honest, I'd imagine when a guy cums in your arse, it just kinda stays there right, unless you physically err push it out?" She enquired.
Alice nodded.
"With a girl, well a vagina in particular, it just kinda drips back out. Thanks Alice... I really appreciate it!"
Draco had found it disconcertingly easy to fall asleep enveloped in Alice's warm duvet and surrounded by her unique sent, a blend of the masculine and feminine deodorants that was uniquely her. He was roused by the sound of a door slamming, and by Alice cursing and shouting at no one in particular.
"Why does it matter to them who I have sex with?" She screamed, obviously enraged at something.
Hesitantly, Draco stepped out of her bedroom, a little wary of her anger.
"What's wrong?"
Alice whipped around, her skirt flailing around her thighs as she did. It wasn't as if Draco was watching, hoping to get a glimpse of what was beneath.
"Nothing really, no, well, Hermione and I got caught... in a broom cupboard," she explained sheepishly. "Now all I'm getting is 'oh why Hermione?' as if, because I'm fucking genderqueer, I'm not allowed to have normal teenage boy desires, and that I have to be an obedient little cock slut or something!" She seethed. "My knee hurts," Alice finally admitted, her voice soft, on the verge of despairing.
She seemed so vulnerable that Draco felt compelled to put his arm around her, and massaged her shoulders soothingly.
Earlier that day, he had been given some painkilling potion of some kind by Professor Snape, well, before breakfast that was, as Draco would see Alice before Snape would've done. A smirk formed on his lips as he led Alice to the sofa. His heartbeat raced as he placed her legs across his lap, and removed her sock, exposing her pale calf, criss-crossed with numerous silvery scars. Gently, he massaged the potion into her skin, and when he looked up, he was taken aback. Alice was fast asleep. The brazen display of trust made Draco's heart swell.
Once he was finished, he carefully laid down beside her, his arm splayed over her stomach protectively. When they were alone, he often felt relaxed enough that his tics weren't as bad, when he did experience them, they were usually minor ones, ones that wouldn't disturb anyone, unlike the two he had experienced in Transfiguration. He considered what Alice had informed him, and wondered why even he himself was a little surprised that Alice liked girls. Why was it such a shocking thought? It was probably as Alice herself surmised, that people just assumed she would prefer men, because of her gender orientation. It lead him down the rather uncomfortable path of considering his own sexuality, he always found it hard not to stare when Alice was, well Alice, but when she was presenting male, he didn't know, didn't really know if he found it attractive. He sighed, it was definitely something he would have to consider in depth at some point. A little part of him wondered if he would've found Alice attractive if they weren't friends. He thought it was likely he would've been disgusted if they hadn't become friends early in First Year. It would've been too much for his relatively sheltered upbringing to deal with, and he probably would've insulted her at every turn. His insides twisted painfully as he admitted it to himself. Draco couldn't help but consider the events that set their friendship in motion, and for a very brief few seconds considered what had made him take her hand when she had needed it.
Harry stood lining up for Transfiguration, leaning heavily on a pair of crutches. He shifted, trying to get comfortable, a careless Gryffindor shoved another. The boy crashed into Harry, sending him to the floor. Unbidden tears streaked down his cheeks, his knee already beginning to swell and stiffen. Burning embarrassment coloured his round features as the Slytherins began to snicker. Harry whimpered, ashamed, and struggled to his feet. He fled, not wishing to be seen. Harry fled to the nearest bathroom, and locked himself in a stall. He wobbled, he hadn't realised the floor was wet, his crutches slipped from beneath him. Disgust and pain were the only two emotions Harry registered, he was laying on a wet bathroom floor, his crutches beyond his reach and no way of getting back up. He sincerely hoped that his knee hadn't been damaged further, he would hate to have another operation.
"Potter?" Came the voice of Draco Malfoy. A small squeak of surprise came from the little Gryffindor. "McGonagall sent me to get you, she's dealing with your house mates -the ones that didn't do the homework."
Harry felt annoyed, and scared that this horrible boy was the one his head of house had sent after him. The Gryffindor tried to regain his composure, but found that was quite difficult when he was lying quite pathetically on the floor, he was surprised Malfoy hadn't noticed him yet.
"Malfoy... I... please help me," Harry requested, his voice trembling. Shocked, the blonde crouched by the locked stall door. He squeezed Harry's outstretched hand reassuringly.
"I'll climb over okay, try not to move too much," he instructed. Harry nodded, the surprisingly comforting touch had made him feel much better. Draco hurried into the next cubicle and clambered onto the cistern block. With some difficulty, he hoisted himself over the cubicle wall and dropped down next to Harry. Carefully, the blonde helped Harry up, trying hard not to hurt the tiny Gryffindor. Together they made their way out of the bathroom, after picking up the almost forgotten crutches.
Ne? Gosh, I was going to write Harry/Alice using female pronouns from her perspective, but then it came to the sex and I found it really difficult to keep a straight face. I think for the sake of not giggling in the early hours and waking my family, I'm going to stick with male pronouns whilst in her POV.
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