This is only a short story, at least for the moment until I can gather enough ideas to continue it.
We had all not long ago completed our dreaded exams and most had passed with flying colours. I only wished my hold up had not occurred, perhaps then my exams could have been done and dusted two years ago. After falling horribly sick during my last year at Hogwarts, I could not return to school to take my exams with the rest of my class, missing out on a whole two years. Thus, I had been invited back to join the new seventh years. During my stay I had grown fairly close to Mr.Potter and learnt quite a few pranks along the way. I’d read stories and heard gossip about his father and those he spent time with, often giggling childishly at the pranks they used to pull on old Snape.
As is tradition at such a fine school, celebrations were in order for all students; or in my case past students. In no more than fifteen minutes, a party would break out in the great hall and everyone had been invited, including myself. Thinking quick as I did not like to be the late arrival anywhere I went, loathing all eyes on me, I searched through my packed wardrobe for appropriate party wear. My eyes shone in the dim light of the room after pulling out my favourite outfit and throwing it on, admiring the look in the full length mirror across the room. I smiled at the sight for once. I wore torn blue jean shorts, an ink black cropped cardigan and cowgirl boots of a matching colour. The boots had imprinted paw prints of a snow white colour, dotted randomly over the smooth material and they almost glowed in the darkness. Twirling once to get a good view of every angle, I smiled again at my reflection and headed down toward the main hall to join the others, mainly Harry and his friends. I hadn’t bothered to delve into other friendship circles as I found it pointless, no one really knew or understood me at this school now.
It took me quite some time to reach the bottom of the stairs without breaking my neck, as I’d forgotten how high the heels of these boots were. They were high, but manageable enough to some degree. The moment I stepped into the great hall, a few heads turned my way but I immediately brushed them off. I had been known by my own peers to be incredibly shy through situations such as these, but I was determined to make a good impression on the students three years my junior whilst I was here. No one knew it was my birthday, thankfully. As I had only just turned twenty one years of age, I felt it necessary to keep the big secret to myself to avoid all kinds of trouble. Parties were not my cup of tea usually, but after being encouraged to attend this one by Harry and his friends, I couldn’t turn them all down. Walking over to his table, Hermione waved happily in my direction, patting the seat beside her.
I spent quite a while chatting away like nobody’s business to Hermione about her crush on Ron and how she has been avoiding the subject for years. It was all good fun of course and I offered her the best advice I possibly could. I looked her dead in the eye, gripped her hand and told her word for word, exactly what she should say to him the moment they are both alone. Her blush was evident on her cheeks as I told her everything, but she listened intently nonetheless. Once I had finished, she stood from her seat and strode across the room to find Ron. The last sight in my vision had been Hermione pushing him hard against a wall and lunging at his mouth with her own. Unknown to others, I did my own little victory dance and smiled, showing off my sparkling teeth. After a moment or two, I calmed myself and noticed Harry was also out of his seat, but I couldn’t see him anywhere. Until I looked closely at a large group of people standing metres away from the ongoing make out session between Ron and Hermione, there he stood with a girl in his arms, a girl I knew to be Ginny, Ron’s baby sister.
My hand rested over my heart and a tear or two slipped from my eyes at the sight. All but me had found love and I was lonely all over again. I sighed in defeat, realising the young men at this school were now too young for me. Men who were my age or older had my greatest interest, so I growled. With my head resting on my arms as I lounged over the table, I hummed the melody to my favourite song, eventually giving in to temptation and singing it quietly to myself, hoping no one could hear my horrid singing voice.
All I want now is a white light moment
Come with me tonight
Monochrome city the colours fading
Watching the world in your eyes
A mans voice beside me woke me from my trance and a hand rested gently on my shoulder, giving it a light squeeze. I was thankful for the comforting touch, but the idea that it could be anyone made me shudder. The worry lasted all of two seconds and vanished like a shooting star the moment my eyes met his. Through his eyes, I explored his soul. I hadn’t gotten to talk to him since arriving back at Hogwarts, but I had spotted him standing around Harry an awful lot this past year, as a fatherly figure.
“Why so sad beautiful?” he cooed, brushing a strand of hair from my face.
I shivered under his touch, all the while unable to take my eyes from his and wishing he would just take me in his arms away from the chaotic noise that was beginning to make my head spin. Smiling down at me as he stood up, almost as though he had read my mind, he held out his hand for me and I took it gladly. Perhaps he had not read my mind at all, for he led me over to where couples danced close to one another and pulled me into his embrace. Alright, so maybe he had of it down. Still, I knew not how to dance and did not wish to make a fool of myself in front of anyone, especially him. After a few minutes of dancing slowly however, I got the hang of it. As we spun in small circles and he held me closer with every spin, butterflies flew about madly in my stomach. Not only was this man Harry’s godfather, but he was a great deal older than me, though not by a huge amount. Seeing as I had just turned twenty one and he was roughly thirty one, our age gap would be something of a discussion topic to most people. I looked around the room to find Harry, Hermione and Ron all seated once more at the table they’d chosen. Each with their love beside them, only they were all staring at me and the man I was dancing with. With one quick glance at Harry, his smile broke out into a full on cheesy grin and he winked over at me in approval, at which I blushed crimson.
“I don’t believe I know your name, as much as Harry has spoken of you” he whispered into my ear as he spun me again.
“Vega, quite a similarity to yours I would say Mr.Black” I replied, smiling warmly.
His grin matched that of the one Harry had given me only seconds ago, causing me to blush all over again. He giggled at the sight and asked if he made me weak at the knees, a question I could not help but laugh at as we continued to dance in a small circle, our bodies almost sewn together they were that close. I could feel the butterflies creating havoc inside me as he pressed his chest against mine, hoping for a reaction. I refused to give him one, instead pulling away and thanking him for the dance. On my way back to the table, I was unaware of his eyes burning into the back of my head, scaling up and down my body as I walked rather seductively in my heels. I’d known what I was doing to him and had managed to succeed. Grinning slyly, I reached the table and quickly wiped the smug look from my face before telling the gang I was retiring. A few hugs and kisses later, I was good to go. Swaying my way out of the great hall had proven quite a task when I almost collided head first with one of the stone walls at the side of the door, but managed to catch myself mid air. Despite making an idiot out of myself in front of the few who sat close by snickering at my unfortunate slip up, I prayed Sirius was not still staring at me as I left. I chose not to turn my head back, in case he had been.
About halfway up the stairs, his voice called from behind. I turned on my heel, but before I could catch myself, my whole body fell forward and I went flying into the air straight toward him. Luckily for me, he was there to break my fall, which was of course rather unfortunate for him. My apologies couldn’t come quick enough as he lay there groaning in absolute agony. Shock covered my face as I wrapped an arm around his waist and lifted him, his left arm over my shoulder for balance. It took us about an hour to reach the top of the stairs, but with all his complaining I hadn’t expected it to be an easy task.
“How about next time, we use some magic” he grunted, leaning back against the solid wooden door of the Gryffindor common room.
“You know, it never even occurred to me” I said, a light bulb going off in my head.
His growl did not go unnoticed by my ears but I decided against telling him off or hitting him, considering I had done enough damage to his beautiful body already. Vulgar thoughts entered my head faster than I could stop them and before long I moaned, out loud, earning his attention. A ridiculously unfortunate problem of mine had been the inability to control my emotions, especially those brought on by daydreams.
“Did you just..” he said, but barely managed to finish his sentence at the sight of me.
My face, now as red as a tomato and my hair glowing a deep purple gave clear signs that I was experiencing mental pleasure, as well as utter embarrassment. Through half opened eyes I could see the smirk growing on his handsome face, but I said nothing. Instead, I rose from my seat on the sofa and walked briskly over to him, glaring.
“And just what is it you find so amusing Black” I barked, uncovering my face.
As infamous as he was, I half expected him to come back at me with a brutal and cunning response, but he didn’t. He simply stood, until our noses bumped and stared deeply into my cloudy eyes. All I could do was stare back, well aware of the heat rising to my cheeks as I felt his breath tickle my lips. I inhaled, his scent flowing through me with every intake of breath I took. Just as I was about to open my mouth to speak, he raised one of his fingers to my mouth, shielding my lips so I could not say a word. Before I could even hope to protest, his hand trailed down my right side, colliding briefly with my bare waist as he backed me up toward one of the beds.
“Are you alright to do this?” he uttered, kissing my neck as he leaned over me.
I could not answer him with words, as he had stolen them from me and my throat had dried up over the few feet we had walked before falling back onto the bed. Instead, I gave him a small nod, gazing up at him expectantly. I watched with shining eyes as his hand traced the outline of my clothed form, only to deftly remove my cardigan and shorts without warning, earning a light giggle from me. Then, the atmosphere changed completely as his expression was deadly serious. He lightly began to grind against my body, laying carefully between my legs as he did so and the same moan he had heard before escaped my mouth. My hands reached up and tangled themselves within his deep brown, wavy locks. I tugged on them lightly as he continued this charade.
...tbc...
Home
Search
Calendar
Login
Register