Alert: Scene contains both swearing and sexual acts, rated M! After their break up Rachel and Robbie are both suffering, but are rudely interrupted by a terrifying riddle in the form of the Grey Lady. What will the two star crossed lovers do?
Chapter Two:
Not all lovers are lucky to find each other; even in the modern day there are people who have miserable lives. Rachel Lestrange was one of these people. She was forever tied to the horrors of her parents- the revenge sought by many around her for her actions was ever constant. What made it harder was the break up from her boyfriend, Robert Weasley.
She adored the legend of Marian Slytherin who loved Godric Gryffindor. Often she read the ancient literature of a different forgotten age. The story haunted her life- like Marian she was forever doomed to never have the man she was eternally in love with.
Robbie had decided to tell her the problems their relationship was causing him. And Rachel honourably had let him slip away, because 'who would ever love a girl lie her'. It was a quote she had memorised, engraved in her mind, desperately clawing at her skin. Solemnly, she had whispered, "I release you from any obligation to me, Weasley. Let's part amicably."
Today was no different. Today in the Great Hall she and Fauna were surrounded by their fellow Slytherin's who worshipped Rachel as royalty; boys adored her and girls wanted to be her. But not today- Rachel Lestrange was in no mood for their perpetual niceties they would throw upon her.
"You haven't spoken to Robbie about anything this week?" Fauna asked as they devoured breakfast that Saturday morning. Concern grew for her friend's health. Refusing to eat or getting any sleep over the past week made her look ill like she never had been.
Rachel had been plagued by the same dream for the past week. Admitting to herself, finally, she whispered clueless, "I can't tell him about the crazy dreams I have been having. They would cart me off to Saint Mungo's if the professors heard about it. Plus we're not going out anymore, are we? I'm not his responsibility."
Fauna shook her head violently, "From what I have been reading in divination, it only shows me that you are missing him! You are subconsciously substituting Godric Gryffindor and Slytherin's daughter for you and Robbie."
"You make it sound as if I am running away from the way I feel," Rachel Lestrange lifted her knees to her head uncomfortably. Guiltily she eyed the plate of food that was piled high, knowing full well she could not stomach it. "Are you still coming tonight?" quickly she changed the subject.
"The answer is yes to both of them," Fauna nodded fiercely showing she understood. Fauna laughed as her eyes wandered over the crowd of people. Immediately, she noticed Marke. Flushing a bright crimson colour she asked, "Should I go talk to him for you? I can do if you really want me to"
"No," Rachel sipped the rest of her juice from her goblet. Concluding their conversation with, "I am going to finish Binns's essay before we get ready tonight. So I will be in the library if you need to chat."
"Alright," Rachel watched her jump up, and skip joyfully over to Marke. Meekly grinning to herself, Rachel left the hall. She thought long and hard. Over a thousand years ago people fought for the survival of the school. They fought for freedom, they fought for love. Love of the school and love of their fellow people.
Robbie would always remain a big part of her life no matter how much she attempted to deny it. Who would want to live a life without love? She knew the way from the Great Hall to the Library like the back of her hand. She automatically followed the twists and turns to the third floor. Suddenly she impacted with someone; apologetically she staggered back, "I'm so sorr—"
"It's alright," Robbie stepped back away from her, "I wasn't concentrating on where I was going."
"It's my fault I was thinking too much about Professor Binns's essay…" she choked as Robbie kept looking at her. His large blue eyes narrowed kindly on her upset face- Rachel looked as if she was about to burst into tears for no reason.
"I was just leaving—" Robbie watched her intensely.
The feelings that he had long sought to repress were fighting to break through the sheet of ice which had frozen his heart. On the Tuesday, when she had caught him looking at her he had felt the struggle again. Three weeks into the school term and everything was in disarray. To see her, had been his secret wish. This was everything he wanted- to see her.
Alone.
Clumsily, Rachel asked, "How have you been?"
"I'm alright," he shrugged casually. Honestly he had no idea how to respond to her. If anything he felt more than a fool for being so not having to say to her. For a moment it was as if the faeries had stolen his thoughts. Dumbfounded on how to continue he thought best for her to continue.
"That's good," she smiled sadly.
Maybe he did not feel anything for her. Maybe she was just the needy ex-girlfriend that he would tell his friends about and they would laugh. Sadness had become a key part of her life. Robbie was wearing the same crimson tee-shirt that he had worn to their first date. All the little memories haunted her; it was like a horrible nightmare she could not wake from. This was the reality that he presented her with.
"Rach…" Robbie breathed her name. His low voice expelled his nickname for her with care and devotion. The airs on the back of her neck prickled as he said it. "This is stupid, Rachel," he said seriously, "We're supposed to set an example. All our friends are tiptoeing around us as if we were a potion waiting to explode."
"We are Head Boy and Girl," she nodded in agreement turning seriously, "We can talk about it later. I really just want to get on with my work."
She began to walk around him. Suddenly, Robbie grabbed her arm, "All because of us…" The Gryffindor saw his reflection in her eyes- she was scared of him. Reassuringly, he pulled Rachel close to him, embracing her in his arms. Lowering his lips to her ear, he whispered softly, "Rach, I've missed you."
"Don't do this to me Robbie!" Rachel Lestrange pushed him away feebly. For the first time, Rachel begged for relief. Never before had she pleaded with someone not to do something. Never more had she fought herself over Robbie Weasley.
Caressing the line of her cheek, he restored his grip on her. "I know you would give anything to have us back…If you tell me you don't then I will let you go," he watched as she cracked under his watchful eye. Under the hard shell which was her exterior, Rachel shattered; revealing her velvet vulnerability to him.
Free from her shackles, Rachel eagerly let her lips made contact with his soft and sensuous lips- as they always had been. The door way to heaven was opened; the veil was raised and both their souls were laid bare for the other to see. All Robbie could do was return to what he too wanted to happen. The pain which had hung in the air all but evaporated between the two of them, like puddles on a rainy day. They were just a boy and a girl determined not to lose each other once more.
Ravenously, the Gryffindor freed the Slytherin Lady's ebony locks from the restraints of her pin. Running his hands through the endless curls, he remembered what it felt like to hold her. It was like she never had been away from his arms. Each moment he had endured- every arduous torment he had thought about forgotten the moment her luscious lips smashed passionately against his rough chipped ones.
Euphoria enveloped the two of them. Despite being in an open corridor, to the pair of them the rest of the world was melting into oblivion: a swirling array of colours danced as their hands meandered across the other's body. Rachel occupied her wandering hands; slowly sliding her fingers to the waistband of his tattered jeans.
Steadily, Robbie planted a trail of kisses down her neck, resting his lips wantonly on her collar bone. A small moan of ecstasy escaped her lips. Rachel was going to be his once more. The moment of passion taking them, unafraid who may walk in on them. Student or teacher, neither cared. It was about the two of them now.
Rachel blossomed with life, as she let him rib the inside of her bra. Gripping her nipple between his first finger and thumb, he afflicted her torturously. Starting gently he twisted it, hardly exerting any pressure upon it. Steadily he increased his hold, tugging affectionately at her swelling breasts. Finally, Rachel had to concede. Pleasurably moaning with each swift movement of his nimble fingers. Robbie too was being revived from the comatose state he had previously had been condemned to.
He had yearned for her, in the darkest moments of the night he had longed for her. Grasping her thighs, Robbie easily raised her to his hips. Together they were alone- the excitement of possible discovery only made the scene much hotter than either thought possible. Rachel allowed her hunger for him to consume her; to engulf her, to dominate her so they could be one together at last. Roughly, he pushed her against the wall feeling her body beneath his.
Briefly, the Head Girl came to her senses, pulling away, "Why?"
"Why does anything happen?" He purred to her, stealing a short kiss from her red lips. The thief was a confident and cheeky young man who had retrieved his old life from the depths of defeat. "To test us," he breathed. Rachel grinned at his response.
"Another young man said that to a Slytherin woman, once upon a time," the Grey Lady sauntered through the staircase above them, ignorant of the scowl both students shot at her. Cloaked in a tight fitted dress, she descended to the platform on which Robbie and Rachel were. Hastily, Robbie almost dropped his love back on the ground. Coyly, she circled closer to Toren, hissing at Rachel, "The girl was a whore like you."
Robbie restrained Rachel as she screamed, "I am no whore!"
"Rachel Lestrange. Robbie Weasley. In time you will learn the truth that has long been denied to you."
"Don't speak in riddles, ghost," Robbie warned, firmly keeping his hold on Rachel. Fiercely she struggled against him. Soothingly, he kissed the back of her neck. As she stilled in his arms, he returned his attention back to the Grey Lady, "Speak plainly."
"I am far older than you. I know much more than you ever will," she cackled sorrowfully. The ghost was humouring them and Rachel was not going to stomach it. It was not in her nature to rise to a challenge. She had not got anywhere by playing the demure goody two shoes.
"Leave us be!" she snapped angrily.
Decisively, the Grey Lady began to float away, "I will leave you be, whore. Like Marian you are a whore."
"Marian?" Rachel spat back at the ghost clueless. Enough was enough; the Slytherin woman was not going to stand for this. "I know your legend," she watched the Ravenclaw's ghost's silver eyes flash with anger., "You stole your mother's diadem, thinking you could be as wise as she. Rowena Ravenclaw sent the man, who was besotted with you, to retrieve you, instead when you refused him he murdered you. He then took his own life shortly after- consumed by grief. You used him and paid for it with your life."
"The Bloody Baron?" Robbie looked between the two women. One translucent, the other flesh and bone—both would willingly gouge the other's eyes out if they were able to.
"And by definition a whore has sex with many men, I have given myself to this one," she gestured to the ghost in Robbie's direction matter-of-factly.
"I maintain what I have said before," the ghost said no more than, "Good day." Disappearing as she went. Silently as she had sauntered down to them like a harlot. She was one to talk. It was no secret the Grey Lady thought herself above the rest.
Furiously, Rachel rearranged her breasts back into their restraints. She could not think of what had just happened. If anything she was far more confused than ever. "I will see you tonight Robbie," she refused to look at him. Tidying herself up before beginning her ascent up to the library on the third floor.
"What? Is that it?" he began to fasten his jeans, chasing after her. Lestrange could not do things like this to him and not explain them. She had been the one who had suggested that they take a break, hadn't she without any reason? One minute she was making out and then the next she was walking away from him.
"Please Robbie," she begged, "I just want to be alone right now. My head is all over the place. I shouldn't have just—"
"No you shouldn't," Robbie told her sternly, "I am not a toy to entertain you with. I do have my own fucking emotions too!"
"I need some privacy," she whispered unable to look at him continuing to walk up the staircase.
"Then I'll see you tonight. And I want some answers," annoyed he stalked away. Leaving Rachel Lestrange alone without any one to witness her silent tears.
Despite the cool exterior she exerted to the rest of the world, she was still a little girl that needed a hug from her father. The chocolate when she was upset or it was that time of month. Even a few hours to read her compendium of the legends she loved most- to disappear from the world. Right now there was not even a chance on Merlin that Professor Binn's essay was going to be written that day.
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