Chapter 14 ~ New Year
I said farewell to Hogwarts for the year on the 27th of December. I walked to Hogsmeade and then floo'd back home, arriving just in time to watch as the Christmas decorations were torn down. My mother despises the people that leave their Christmas decorations up for New Years and even past that. She believes each holiday should be celebrated accordingly, and therefore New Year's means "new".
New decorations, new furniture, new husband…
My mother generally decorated New Years with sparkly, shiny things. Down comes the tinsel, and up goes the shining white lights. I tried to avoid being run into by busy house elves as I made my way through my home. I also tried to avoid walking into the stacks of boxes, filled to the brim with Christmas decorations. The days just after the holidays are always extremely messy at my home, though I thought my mother would have everything cleaned up by then.
I knew she must be preoccupied, her thoughts far from present time. I couldn't help but wonder what she thought about. If the faces of seven men haunt her like they haunt me. If she lay in bed at night and thought about her life, and all the deeper meanings to this odd place. I wondered if, like me, she ever wondered if our whole perception of reality is all wrong. If we're all high on the air around us, and we just don't know it because we're all breathing the same air.
I shook my head a little. Chances are the only thing keeping her up at night is thoughts on décor. My room had been left untouched, for once, though it was still the same hideous red colour it had been before. Days passed. I spent the majority of them reading, as usual. On the night of New Year's Eve I didn't even leave my bedroom as the clock ticked over 12:00. I watched the fireworks from my bedroom window, however when they ended an hour later I was left to myself, and to my endless thoughts.
Lying back in bed I couldn't help but sigh. I couldn't get her out of my head. Greengrass. Every time I closed my eyes I saw that little smirk she had given me just before I had kissed her under the mistletoe. I doubted she actually expected me to lean forward and kiss her, but I was actually extremely pleased at where we happened to be standing. She smelt of Jasmine and Rose musk perfume. She tasted even sweeter, her lips soft and tender against mine. I licked my lips gently, and thought back to the way she had walked up into the common room in her black dress, diamonds around her neck.
I admit it was a struggle to keep my usually cool composure at that moment, and I wasn't the only one. It seemed she had walked straight out of every man's fantasies and into reality. She scored several second glances and even a few shameless stares from the males in the room. I don't blame them for wanting a better look. All of the girls had to pause their activities to glare at her, envy evident in their eyes.
I bit my lip then, thinking about how the dress had easily shown off her flawless and curvy hourglass figure. There was a sophisticated and regal air about her that set her aside from anyone else. Still biting my lips I absentmindedly slid my hand from the side of my bed to my hips, gently tracing along the waistband of my pants. My hands were warm, though I imagined hers were cold, like they had been when we brushed fingertips by the wooden bridge. I imagined her tracing against the waistband of my pants, teasing me with that little smirk of hers.
I closed my eyes and imagined her leaning over me in that black dress, her diamond necklace still hanging around her neck as she slowly unbuttoned and unzipped my pants. My breathing grew heavier and I imagined her pausing simply to stare at me through my boxer shorts. She arched an eyebrow at me and smirked in approval. I imagined her placing her cold hand over my hardened bulge and waiting. I did the same to myself, very gently thrusting forward into my hand, in need of the friction and contact.
"Patience" she purred to me, and I groaned quietly. "Tease," I spoke to her in my mind, to which she merely giggled. I imagined her rubbing her fingers against me, and I found my fingers rubbing myself through my boxers. I wish I could say the long quiet moan that followed was also just my imagination.
My breathing grew steadily heavier, though after only a few moments she stopped rubbing me through the material. I was about to protest when suddenly her fingers were gently tugging on the waistband of my underwear. I lifted my hips to allow her, or myself, to pull my boxers down. "I thought you were being patient" I spoke to her quietly in my mind, and the beautiful girl paused her actions. "I can stop, if you would like" she told me, and her tone seemed far too convincing for playful. The teasing smirk then returned to her lips.
"No, no" I said, far too quickly, and she continued her actions. I sighed in relief that she didn't comment on this, until I heard her giggle. That little laugh almost made my imagined-self blush. It seemed my fantasy and reality were becoming quite blurred, and when I was finally exposed I imagined her wrapping her long, slender fingers around my cock. I hissed quietly in pleasure, once again biting down hard on my lips. At least the pain was definitely real.
She dragged her hand up to the head of my cock, however paused upon the sound of the little gasp I had emitted, and the way my chest had sharply risen and fallen. She seemed quite pleased by this, and she dragged her hand back down to the base, before repeating this motion again. Struggling to control the heaviness of my breathing or the way I moaned, I repeated this action also, imagining my warm fingers were hers – Cold and nimble.
Again and again her cold hands travelled and twisted up and down my length as my hips thrust gently into her hand. My head dropped in pleasure as I allowed myself to fantasize about her. I wondered if perhaps it was sick and wrong to be thinking about her in the way I was. Perhaps she would be disgusted. Appalled. But she wouldn't ever have to know. And, try as I might, I couldn't stop myself from picturing her pump my cock in her hand, biting her lips as she watched me.
I moaned louder, breathing out her name. "Daphne…" I said, surprising myself at the use of her first name. It sounded lovely though, foreign to my lips. She made a soft noise of approval and I bit my lips once more. There was a pause as she slid her hand to the base of my cock and held me there for a moment. My eyebrows furrowed as I watched her slowly lean down and ever so gently trace her tongue up my length.
My body trembled with pleasure, and I tensed at the feeling of her mouth against my head. She slowly parted her red lips, taking me into her mouth. I couldn't help but buck my hips against her, moaning at the feeling of her around me, hot and wet. Inch by inch she took me into her mouth, sucking and swirling her tongue. It took her a few moments, but finally she held all of me in her mouth. She then moved her mouth back to my head, before she sucked firmly.
I groaned, breathing harshly. It was such a lovely feeling. After a few minutes she began to bob her head up and down my length, swirling her tongue all the while. I cursed loudly and thrust myself into her mouth. I tangled my fingers in her hair, and she moaned in approval. I thrust my hips into her rather sharply at this pleasure. Noticing my appreciation of this noise, she began to moan quietly and steadily as I fucked her mouth.
The gentle hum coming from the back of her throat sent such wonderful vibrations to my cock, my thrusting only became firmer and more erratic. I was beginning to see stars, losing control of myself in the best way imaginable. "Daphne" I moaned loudly, pausing to try and catch my breath. There was no use in this however, and I struggled on. "I'm going to…" I warned, however I couldn't finish my sentence, throwing my head back and letting out a loud, desperate cry before waves of pleasure ran through me so violently all I could do was ride it out, writhing as I did so.
It took a few minutes for me to regain control of my body. I don't think I had ever experienced an orgasm quite of that strength before. I don't often give in to that form of pleasure, however sometimes it gets too much for me to resist. Taking a few more labored breaths I finally opened my eyes and glanced down at the mess I had made. Not only would my bedding need washing, but I would need a shower.
Still, glancing to my royal-red blankets and sheets, I thought that perhaps it wasn't such a bad thing that I would need to find a substitute. Finally standing, I didn't bother to put my clothes back on. I was only going to shower in a moment, anyway. I gathered up all the bedding and walked to the small laundry room, connected to my bedroom. I put the load in and rummaged around in the cupboard for another blanket. All I could find was a grey sheet, but I decided that that would do. It wasn't as though I got cold at night.
I placed that on my bed and went into the bathroom to shower. Steam rose as I turned the taps, and I stepped under the water before my mind had a chance to object. I simply allowed the water to fall and roll off of my dark skin, washing me. I blinked a few times as water droplets rolled off of my eyelashes, and lifted my arms to run my hands through my hair. The water rolled down my back and I rolled my shoulders. I had not realized how sore I was. I decided it was most likely from staying in bed, reading all day. Staying hunched in one position for 18 hours a day didn't exactly do wonders for your joints and muscles.
Still, though my muscles were aching gently, knots throughout my shoulders, I couldn't help but noticed how relaxed I was. More relaxed than I had been in quite some time. I stretched and thought back to only a few minutes before. I shook my head slightly with a 'tch.' Jerking off to thoughts of Greengrass? Well, there was something new. Still, I couldn't help the familiar tug at my stomach as I thought about her.
I thought right back to her dance competition. The grace and beauty she had had as she moved around the stage. The… flexibility. Gently gnawing on my lips once again, I couldn't help but imagine her pressed up against shower with me. Water falling and steam rising as she lifted one leg over my shoulder, the other just barely touching the ground. Her feet arched in ecstasy as I fucked her, pressed up against the glass.
I trembled gently and reached down to touch myself yet again, letting my imagination take over once more. And there she was. Walking through the bathroom towards me, her dark locks falling freely over her shoulders. Only this time she did not wear the tight black dress she had worn to the Christmas Party. She wore nothing. She paused, allowing me to take in her lithe body. I swallowed dryly as I took in her curves, her hourglass figure.
She was beautiful. There was no way around that word when it came to Greengrass. I had never seen anything in the world that held the beauty she did. Her intense hazel eyes locked with mine and for once in my life, I felt unworthy. I didn't deserve her. Her body, her eyes, her smile. She was so beautiful, so perfect. I had never felt as though I didn't measure up before, though one look at those eyes and I was melting away. I was pooling at the floor, beneath her feet.
She slid into the shower, her eyes never once leaving my own. She stepped over to me, biting her lips gently as she looked me up and down. She placed a kiss to my cheek. She kissed down my jawline, my neck, my shoulders, to my chest. She paused there, glancing back up to me before, without a word, she lifted a leg up over my shoulder, balancing on the tips of her toes. She ground herself against me and I fucked her senseless.
There was no gentleness to our touch, but it wasn't just purely physical. It was deeper, more affectionate. We didn't want to satisfy our own wants as much as we wanted to satisfy each other. It was receptive and passionate and powerful. By the time I had finished a sheen of sweat covered my skin and my left hand was covered in my cum, despite the water that was still rushing over me. I quickly rinsed myself off for the second time before I turned the taps off and hung my towel from my waist.
As I made my way back into my bedroom my thoughts would not leave Greengrass. And no, I was no longer thinking about her in the physical manner I just had. Though she was very beautiful, there was more to her than just the physical attraction I had. She was bold and intelligent. She managed to be so straight forward, yet so mysterious at the same time. I couldn't quite figure her out. One day she was smirking and teasing, and the next she hardly even glanced at me. If she was playing hard to get she was certainly doing a good job of it.
It was first year all over again. Mixed signals and jumbled feelings on my behalf. Only it wasn't quite like first year. In first year I had no experience of love, whether it be family, friends, or, of course, relationship wise. The whole feeling of affection and protection was new to me. It confused me. I had only felt something like it years before when I spent the year in Italy. I had learnt to make friends with my cousins. To love my Aunts and Uncles. However, when I came back things just went straight back to how they had always been.
But on that balcony, just before 1st year, Greengrass had given me another glimpse of that. What it was like to have a friend, or to be a friend. The door to loving someone. I knew this was different than first year, though. This time, I did have experiences with love. Not necessarily with my mother, and it's a stretch to say I had really made any friends at Hogwarts… But I knew what a relationship was like. The commitment and affection and adoration that came from that. The love shared with that other person.
I wondered if perhaps that's what I wanted with Greengrass. To experience all those odd emotions with her, and get lost with her in that funny word called 'love'. I thought back to the evenings we had spent in the common room. Our almost kisses… Our actual kiss.
Yes. Yes, I did want that. I wanted her. Not in my bed, nor in my shower… But in my arms. Against my lips. I wanted to spend more evenings with her by the fire. More afternoons with her at a café. Still, as I decided these things I couldn't help but wonder if I was making a mistake. If I was setting myself up to fail. Or, if I was setting myself up for heartbreak. I shook these thoughts out of my head, putting on some tracksuit pants. If I didn't try, I would never know what could have been, as cliché as it was.
I sat down and traced a finger over the grey sheet, momentarily surprised as I had forgotten I had switched my bedding. Oh, but how could I forget my lovely little fantasy on those red blankets? And… in the shower…? I smirked gently. "Not a bad way to start the New Year, indeed" I murmured to myself as I settled back into bed.
I had a feeling the year was going to get even better, yet.