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' fear of men '
' she sunk in it and it swallowed her whole '
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The cold stone was uncomfortable against her skin. Draco wasted no time and attacked her lips with what would have been desperate need if it had been any other person. He didn't need her; they both knew it. " Stop."
He pinned her hips to the wall with his hands, his wand strewn carelessly to the floor. She sucked his bottom lip and bit down lightly. He groaned and she purred. She took great satisfaction as she bruised his tongue and lips. A rusty, raw tang dripped into her mouth, pure blood. She growled impatiently against his ear, his shirt was ripped off. She raked her nails up his sinewy back, he bit the skin thinly stretched over the veins on her neck getting his revenge. Her blood was like a dozen liquefied pennies trickling into his mouth.
" Incarcerous."
Her hands were bound, thin black ropes held her wrists to the dungeon wall.
Draco lifted her off the ground and forced her legs around his waist, her shirt shredded itself to pieces. He licked and bit his way down from her neck past her collarbone. " Stop." She rocked her hips deliciously slow against him and arched her back straight off the wall. " No."
She resisted his touch, struggling for freedom against her restraints. " Undo it." His sharp laugh echoed through the empty common room. " Fucking pr-" He silenced her; his lips moved like silk against hers. Agonizing, intoxicating.
Her soft mewls and moans drove him into a state of madness, he tore her skirt off with minimal effort and made quick work of her bra. It was sky blue as were her knickers.
" Get off."
His buckle disintegrated and his pants pooled at his ankles of their own accord. He ground against her releasing an animalistic grunt, a tangible layer of pressure settled on them. She feverishly rocked her hips against his, her head pressed against the wall, face turned to the side, eyes shut tight and bottom lip between her teeth.
" Fuck." In a second, the last layers of cloth between them melted off their skin and in another second he soundlessly slipped into her, hips moving deliberately slow. " Mmm, Draco." It was like a whisper, he barely heard her over their thundering heartbeats and heavy breathing. She broke free from the ropes and began scratching the nape of his neck, arching her back and pressing her warm, soft, off-white body against his. He groaned into the crock of her neck, pumping deeply, their hips met with every push.
" Stop."
He wouldn't, it was too late. Nothing registered any more, not her words or the way she would try and shove him off between thrusts or how she spat his name like it was poison. " Holy fuck." He couldn't think straight, she was so warm and wet and tight. Every part of her like a vice, gripping his shoulders; nails piercing his skin, legs wrapped tightly around his waist.
There was nothing human the way they fucked, each thrust hard and careless. No attention was paid to how her head got slammed plenty of times into the wall or how many times her nails broke the skin on his back or biceps. They were a couple of animals drowning in a wave of heat and irrationality. Nothing about the two of them made any sense.
" Fuck you, Draco."
" Shh," he let out a feral growl, " I'm preoccupied."
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She straightened her skirt one last time and stepped outside the Slytherin common room, the portrait swung shut loudly behind her. When she reached the stairs, Draco appeared at the threshold looking much less tidy. His hair was dishevelled, shirt untucked, a few buttons loose off the top, belt missing and of course hickies scattered everywhere on his neck. They weren't precisely what a normal human being would call a hicky, they were more like large purple bruises with vampire-like bite marks. She had exactly three more than he did; her lips were battered far worse as well.
Angie swiftly made her way to Herbology, the only class other than D.A.D.A. where she could chat with Harry and Ron, not fail with Hermione and laugh at Blaise just by turning her chair around. She was five minutes late but managed to sneak up beside Harry and steal Ron's seat while he chatted away with Lavender Brown at her table. " Why're you wearing a scarf Angie? It's boiling in here!" She paused, translucent eyes wide and dodgy.
" I'm cold."
Harry raised an eyebrow at her and called her a loon while shuffling his book bag, stack of blank parchment and colourful array of quills over to make some room. When Ron returned, he was forced to sit with Hermione and despite his rather irritating complaints, he scootched his chair closer to hers. He claimed it was easier to read her textbook that way as he left his in his trunk back in the Gryffindor tower.
" Sure Ronald, and Harry's scar isn't frightfully disappointing in person."
" Hey, it's lightning shaped. How many lightning shaped scars do you see everyday?"
" It doesn't do anything, you'd think because it is lightning shaped it would at least shock someone if they touched your or something but…disappointing Harry…frightfully so." Angie snapped a shot with her Muggle camera; it was quite rare to see the boy-who-lived turn cherry tomato red with anger. He spat into her large bucket of Alihotsy stalks, the leaves of which cause hysteria when ingested, she flicked him in the ear.
" Alright class, now Alihotsy is a quite useless plant to be honest." Most of the class peered at professor Sprout with weary eyes; their first day back at Hogwarts was proving to be unusually long. " They are very commonly used in potions brewed to temporarily remedy insomnia and, quite contrary to that, concoctions used to keep oneself awake. However they're often replaced by a few sprigs of the Nettle plant." Blaise let out a yawn, prof. Sprout turned to him and glared.
He quickly muttered an apology before belching extremely loudly, " Uh sorry professor, these leaves make me gassy I suppose." He punched Draco, who sat silently shaking with laughter next to him; dare Blaise Zabini to eat something for a sickle and he won't hesitate for a second. Draco had previously slid into his seat undetected over the noise of the chatting students, grumbling Mandrakes muted greatly by the excessive amounts of soil they were drowned in, and of course the sounds from outside leaking in from the open windows of the greenhouse.
The class was temporarily disrupted by Blaise once again, a few minutes later, who was rushed to the hospital wing for Madame Pomfrey to treat. He had begun to foam at the mouth, twitching almost spastically and shaking with what seemed to be pure, intense excitement. He had also begun to announce to the entire Herbology class his suspicions of a gigantic conspiracy at Hogwarts involving Snape and McGonagall trying to harvest their souls to feed to Dementors.
" This is precisely why you do NOT eat anything we deal with in class, Alihotsy causes hysteria for those idiotic enough to stuff their faces with it."
Blaise's seat was taken by Pansy Parkinson who immediately began to crone over Draco and question his absence at lunch. Her pestering increased tenfold when she spotted the bite marks on his neck, her whispers were shrill and threatening but she managed to be quiet enough to keep from getting in trouble. A dark frown etched its way onto his face and remained there until the end of class.
Angie and Harry hurriedly began to prune the plant in front of them before the words even left prof. Sprout's lips. Whenever they had a moderately boring and useless species of plant in class it meant they needed to extract whatever could be useful and bottle it to be used in Potions classes. The pair made sure to be first to finish as they would get rewarded with ten points to Gryffindor each as well as a jar of Jobberknoll feathers. The pair of them used these, with tons of help from Hermione, to make the Forgetfulness potion to use on Filch whenever they were caught out of bed past midnight.
" 'Mione, how do you do that without splitting the thing in half?"
Ron was having no luck with his half of the stalk of Alihotsy the two shared. Each time he bent down to cut a leaf off, it would tear itself in two rendering it even more useless than it would be whole according to prof. Sprout.
" Just snip it at the end Ron, the end!" Hermione already had two bottles of the emerald green leafs and was starting on her third when she decided she should help Ron out.
Harry sniggered at the pair in front of him and with a wave of his wand forced Ron to bump head with Hermione. " Ouch, Ronald!" Hermione whipped a hand to her forehead as if afraid she had lost some of her brain cells in the collision which wasn't unlikely seeing as Ron's head was the size of a quaffle and as hard as a bludger. " Sorry 'Mione, sorry." Angie thought it was quite endearing the way he didn't argue but made sure he didn't crack her skull open with his.
She turned to Harry mouthing: " Isn't that adorable?"
By the end of class, Hermione managed to help Ron fill three bottles of the dratted leaves and Harry and Angie finished the quota of seven full bottles winning themselves two jars of Jobberknoll feathers. They cackled evilly and received strange looks from the Hufflepuffs sitting on either side of them. Draco and Pansy came in close second and would've won if not for his lack of involvement. He simply didn't care enough to lift a finger and instead focused on sabotaging his partner by yawning and accidentally shoving her bottles to the floor. The leaves being incredibly fragile practically shattered along with the glass, Pansy was furious but she kept her mouth shut.
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" So your first day back was a complete and total bust?"
" Pretty much, at least our hangovers are long gone though."
" Oh Harry Potter, the boy-who-drank-way-to-much-and-ruined-the-whole-night-by-dancing-to-Genie-In-A-Bottle-on-top-of-the-table-for-the-whole-Gryffindor-house-to-see!" George was indulging in a pint of firewhiskey himself as he scolded Harry; he was sitting next to Hermione who couldn't seem to keep her face one colour. When he looked her way she turned pink as her face overheated, when he said suggestive things to her she turned green as she got dizzy and when he innocently put his hand on her knee she turned blue. Blue because she stopped breathing and all the book smarts in the world couldn't make her understand she needed air to live.
" That's his full name too, would have put it on his notebooks too but it just couldn't possibly fit." Fred apparated into the room with a loud pop and sat on the other side of Hermione. She turned a violent shade of purple before Angie snuck up behind her and slapped her in the back forcing the bushy haired genius to swallow large gulps of air. " Bloody hell."
" The girl loves her oxygen?"
" That's likely, want me to take you to Madame Pomfrey? You look ill."
" Ron, she's fine. Just overworked, it's all the Potions she's been reading up on." Angie gave Ron a stern look, her eyes warned him of impossibly painful or embarrassing jinxes if he continued to pester Hermione. She sat beside him and whispered into his ear, hand covering her mouth and eyes dodgy, void of any discreetness. " If you're not going to snatch her up, at least let her enjoy George's company! She's a pretty little thing, don't hold her back." Ron grumbled and sat back into the scarlet red couch, he sent evil glares at Hermione and George for the rest of the evening.
" Are you sure you haven't eaten one of our special sweets 'Mione?"
" Yeah, we specifically made them to look like regular ones you know, like our chocolate craniums. Gives you a full hour of mental stimulation for study and what not and looks exactly like a chocolate frog! Not as popular as our puking pastilles though!"
" Does she look like she's going to be sick or mentally stimulated?" George took another swig of his drink and gave her a look over. She had stopped hyperventilating and managed to settle back into the brilliant gold couch, somehow she managed to conjure a Transfiguration textbook and tried to hide behind it pretending to read. " Not mentally stimulated." Angie snickered and Harry choked on his spit.
George leaned closer and saw her visibly stiffen, he reached over and snatched her book clean from her hands. She covered her blush from his close proximity with anger and proceeded to lightly smack him on the shoulder until he gave in and returned her book.
Harry decided to distract Ron with their Herbology homework which was due the next Monday but he had nothing else up his sleeve. Hermione tried her best to focus on her Transfiguration but she couldn't help but laugh at George's jokes and the faces he and his twin made back and forth from either side of her. Angie sat cross-legged, back against the brick of the fireplace and remained silent. Now and then she would pop a Bertie Bott's bean into her mouth; chocolate mousse.
" Look at them! Shameless, and right in front of me!" Ron's whispers were angry and sharp in Harry's ear.
" Well why not, you two are just friends right?"
" Shove off Harry."
Hermione and George continued to innocently flirt for the remainder of the night much to Ron's dismay and obvious disapproval.
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A week had passed just as slowly as the first day had and Angie found her self staring down at a large, crusty bucket of manure and her own toothbrush sticking out from the centre. She had her wand tucked loosely under her belt now proving to be more useless than a pair of gloves riddled with holes as Snape casted an anti-magic field in each of the dungeon rooms prior to her arrival. " Fucking douche nozzle."
She rolled up the sleeves of her annoyingly thin dress shirt, she muttered curses at herself for not bringing her sweater. Half way into her work she paused and acknowledged her subconsciously genius brain for choosing said thin dress shirt as a sweater would've soaked up half the manure she scrubbed into the floor. " Urgh, fucking urgh!" It smelled like rotten fruit and burnt grass and that sickening odour one would find wafting heavily from a sweaty, obese, sweaty man who simply did not believe in basic hygiene.
The bristles on her toothbrush were falling off by the stroke; she planned Snape's death to be a horribly humiliating one, perhaps falling off his chair into a pit of ravenous baby dragons. Or maybe lock him in a room with Hagrid's brother Grawp.
" Mother-bloody-fucking prat. AH!" She had accidentally flicked a speck of manure onto her face; it landed dangerously close to her mouth. She spent the next five minutes viciously kicking the bucket around, covering every inch of the floor and most of the desks and cauldrons with slimy, gooey tripe. Afterwards she focused on scrubbing her face clean in one of the large, metallic basins managing make the tap work after whacking it into submission.
Eventually she left the room in an upheaval of searing anger, giving the bucket one last kick and over turning a few desks. Before she headed out the door she turned back and took a gander at the havoc she created. Chairs broken, splinters scattered everywhere hidden under layers of rotting manure, the chalkboard was split in two and lay sadly over Snape's desk and her dirty, ruined toothbrush lay on his clean stack of parchment. The words FUCK YOUR FLOORS were written in manure on the wall and a messy drawing of Snape in a hangman's noose was done beside it.
When Snape saw what she had done he set out immediately to find her and gut her like a fish. He torn Hogwarts apart in his search even calling Filch to his side for help but eventually admitted defeat and returned to his quarters to cry himself to sleep. At three in the morning he sat up right in his bed, drenched in cold sweat, he realized he had forgotten to tear apart the one place she would be almost guaranteed to be raising hell in; Hogsmeade.
Angie was indeed traversing the quaint magical town of Hogsmeade and soon ran into Blaise Zabini who had returned from the Hospital Wing a few days earlier and was finally back to his old state. This included constant paranoia, hundreds of conspiracy accusations and of course a bit of foaming at the mouth. " Blaise did they treat you or just bathe you and gave you some new clothes?" She was seated next to him in the Three Broomsticks, a mug of butterbeer in front of her with his arm slung casually over her shoulder.
" They gave me some chocolate and told me to sleep."
" Yeah I thought you smelled pretty shitty to have been bathed."
" Ridiculous!" He leaned his heavy head on hers which barely reached his chin even when she was sitting. " You're short you know?"
" I didn't like milk as a child…that and I was lactose intolerant."
She couldn't help but relax into Blaise's strong arms, his chocolate skin on hers was acceptable, it matches. Fuck off. Stay away from that pale skinned one. Shut up. I'm only looking out for you. Stupid fucking-he's talking to you, answer him.
" FUCK OFF."
" Angie?"
" Mhmm?"
" You're uh…mutterin some nonsense to yourself again. Have you been taking your medication? Fuck it, where's the bottle?"
" No idea, back on the train maybe."
She snapped a shot of Blaise with his jaw dropped, eyes bulging and face overheating from anger. " Just kidding 'Bini, it's in the Slytherin common room…or err, the Gryffindor one. Maybe even Ravenclaws."
" How could it be in the Ravenclaws?"
" Remember Clearwater, Percy's old girl? Her little brother has a crush on me and I often take advantage of him."
" Evil you are." Angie smirked, " But really you should start taking it regularly now, I'm a bit worried about you." A moment of silence passed the two of them, Angie chugged down half of her butterbear and sighed. " Don't tell me what to do." He let it be at the time, realizing that whatever he had to say wouldn't be taken into consideration.
" Have you seen Draco around lately? I only sat with him a couple times for Defence Against the Dark Arts and Herbology and he runs off to his other classes before I could even get a word." Blaise's words were muted slightly by the buzz created by the crowds of students relaxing with a drink inside the popular bar. She stole his shot of frosted vodka that contained a dozen drops of tequila.
" I'm happy you're buddies with the bartender, it's a large part of why I love you darling." Eggshell white eyes glinted, she shaded her face with an arm; the light though dim still bothered her especially after slaving for hours down in the dungeons. She giggled slightly, down in the dungeons.
" You're avoiding my question."
" Shh." She slipped out of his grip and lay down; legs sprawled on the cushy seat in their secluded booth. " I'm tierd." Unfortunately for her and Blaise, Pansy Parkinson took that moment to invade.
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A/N:
So I've been seeing Harry Potter and the Half Blood Prince commercials and I'm getting so excited. Urgh her work is so fantastic, I wonder how she keeps herself sane. I still hold some anger against her for killing off Fred in the end, but I can live in self delusion through this fic. THE WEASLEY TWINS ARE ALIVE AND VERY WELL, and thank god too because really I can't do a fic without the fantastic twins.
ALSO watch the documentary on J.K. Rowling, A YEAR IN THE LIFE OF on ABC this Thursday July the 14th 2009. Err, yeah because I will be doing that. It's on at 8 pm. I'm sort of scared to see it because really Harry Potter is so much a part of me and my childhood and hearing these things just confirms the fact that it is over and ending in respect to the movies. I'm happy that I can see the new movie but when the last one comes out ( in two parts ) I think a part of me will die. A large part. The part that believed magic truly does exist.