.hI kept my eyes clenched shut as Barty took me back to the Head Dorms. I was sick of everything. I wanted Regulus and Barty to hurry up and 'make up'. Barty was all well and good, but I needed more human interaction besides just Barty.
"Vixen, look at me." I did as he asked, much too tired to resist. He laid me down on the bed, his brown eyes consuming my soul.
"Why can't you hurry up and apologize to Regulus?" I asked, looking up at him. He smirked and his fingers trailed down my body. I shivered softly in delight.
"For the same reason that you endlessly refuse to join me at the Death Eater meetings, vixen. My pride is great." He announced arrogantly. He leaned in, his arms constricting themselves around my waist possessively. I gasped as he ran his tongue along the expanse of my throat, growling sensually. He nipped at the mark made by his Animagi form, reveling in the feeling of me writhing in his arms. He panted into my hair, his hands pushing my school blouse up.
"You were beautiful, so intoxicating with your anger. I was asphyxiated with the desire to claim you in the Library, right before that nosy Gryffindor. He had no business sniffing around. You're mine. How many times must I drill that in?" He muttered to himself, his hands sliding all over my body.
"I need more than just kisses, vixen. I won't be sated until I'm buried deep inside of you, showing you just how much you belong to me." He rasped, ripping my blouse open. It ashamed me just how much his crass language turned me on, but my integrity had gone out the window a long time ago. Still, my cheeks flushed scarlet, much to Barty's amusement.
"Did you flush this much when I fucked you in your own timeline?"
"It seemed so surreal the first time, so quick." I murmured against his hungry mouth. He grinned wolfishly and licked his lips eagerly, his eyes nearly black with lust. I gulped as he leaned in, his fingers tapping against the inside of my thighs.
"There's no rush this time. I can take my time to show you how much I can make you scream." He murmured into my neck as he unzipped my skirt slowly, teasing me. I wriggled underneath him, the hair on the back of my neck standing up as he growled lustfully. He pulled back and glanced down at me, his coffee eyes taking in my near naked state. I blushed and look down at the prominent bulge in his pants. He smirked and closed his eyes, inhaling deeply.
"I know that you know that I am an Animagus. The scent that you give off, it is tantalizing." I blushed and he chuckled, grabbing my hands and directly them to his chest.
"Undress me, vixen." He whispered softly, his fingers distracting me. I swallowed and fumbled with his tie.
"Ah, not so fast, precious. Slower." His voice was muffled through my hair, but I could still hear the desperate anticipation in it. I slid one hand into his hair, causing him to look up. He held me possessively as I kissed him softly. He groaned softly and gripped my hair tightly as I undid his shirt with one hand. Barty knocked my thighs apart with his knee, resting in between my legs. I clenched my eyes shut and spoke up.
"How do you do it?" I asked, breathless. He cocked an eyebrow and slid one hand inside of my panties.
"What do you mean?" He asked huskily. My toes curled my in anticipation as he stroked my clit softly.
"This! How do you turn me into a lovesick teenager!" He chuckled darkly, exploring my mouth sensuously with his tongue. I whimpered as he pulled his hand pack.
"Ah, quid pro quo, little lioness. Quid pro quo. I will not touch you until you touch me. We have all night, goddess." I kissed him once more, his skin hot against mine. He groaned as my hands explored his chest eagerly, feeling each sharp contour underneath my fingertips. He was very solid, not just lanky or skinny, even if he didn't show it.
"Barty…" I moaned as he sucked on my chest, laving it with his tongue.
"Come, Hermione, I cannot hold your hand every step of the way." I glared at him, my Gryffindor courage making me bolder. I hooked one leg around his lithe hips, causing him to hit the bed. I straddled him as I kissed down his chest slowly, going at my own pace.
"Minx." He breathed, his eyes darkening. A small smirk lit my face. He grinned evilly, trailing his fingers up my stomach to my breasts.
"Barty…" I gasped as he grinded against me, shivers of delight coursing their way down my spine.
"Oh, how I can't wait to fuck you, goddess. You'll be so good. So tight and wet." He whispered hoarsely. I smiled as the bursts of courage kept coming. I leaned forward, nibbling on his earlobe.
"Mya… let me take you." I shook my head, smiling softly.
"No, Barty. You wanted slow, remember?" I teased softly.
"You're a fucking temptress…" He hissed, groping my breasts. My back arched, and I lifted my hips up to unzip him, when he grabbed my hips and flipped me. A small shriek of surprise left my lips as Barty took over once more. Barty growled and kissed me fiercely, his want leaking through. I whimpered underneath him, wriggling in an attempt to get some friction.
"Free me, goddess. Let me be free!" He keened, unclipping my bra hastily. I unzipped him quickly, gasping for air. He latched his mouth onto one breast, sucking harshly. I dug my nails into his scalp as he rubbed at my clit.
"So passionate…" He panted heavily, turning his attention to my other breast. I stretched out underneath him, grabbing the hem and yanking his school pants down. I gasped in surprise.
"You go- commando?" He smirked and did the same with my panties.
"All the better to fuck you with, witch." He hissed, thrusting a finger into my wet core. I cried out and pulled him in closer, my nails digging into his scalp. He lapped at any and all skin that he could reach, hissing lustfully.
"Barty!" I whimpered as he thrust another finger into my heat. He kissed me once more, this time more slowly, almost in a teasing fashion.
"Tight little witch…" He rasped, bringing his now wet fingers up to his face, sucking my come off of them.
"Delectable…" I blushed and entwined my fingers at the back of his neck, kissing him hotly. I gasped as he buried himself inside of me, up to the hilt. I winced slightly. It still hurt a bit. He nuzzled my neck, gritting his teeth together. I wrapped my legs around his hips, biting my lip. It felt strange, being so full. I hadn't paid attention to it last time as it was a quick coupling, and the pain overrode any other thoughts.
"I was right, so right. So fucking tight, just like a glove." He muttered incoherently, nuzzling my neck. My eyelids fluttered rapidly as he made me feel.
"Barty…" He glanced up at me, his tongue flickering rapidly. I gulped as he smirked arrogantly, panting in time with me. As clichéd as it was, our bodies meshed into one as we explored each other.
It had been as all of the girls from my era had described it as. Amazing. Passionate and needy. I couldn't help but smile down at the younger version of the man whom had taken my virginity. It was amusing to watch him sleep. He looked almost innocent. He had me in a tight, possessive grip as I basked in the afterglow. His soft freckles seemed to stand out in his sleep, deceiving his personality and fragile sanity. I reached out to trace his jaw, unable to resist. This of course, woke Barty up. He grabbed my wrist and pulled me into a ravenous kiss, entwining our legs together as our mouths hit harshly.
"Sleep." My lover murmured, yawning as I buried my face in his neck, both of us allowing one moment of weakness before having to face the harsh world that was the reality.