39Encounters
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Many readers asked me to continue the story, arguing that "Encounters" was plural, so it couldn't be just an one story-one-shot. That is also my wish. However, I'm not a very regular writer, and I haven't yet decided if I'll make this into a novel type or stand alone stories with, sometimes, no relations with each other. It's status is "Completed" because I don't know when the plot bunnies will strike again and I don't want to put up peoples hopes, in case I never update again But I hope there will be many more updates, however.
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Note: I wrote this chapter by the sound of Skin and Question Existing by Rihanna. I highly recomend you read the story with this soundtrack, it really puts you in the right mood to understand what happens.
Disclaimer: Not mine, I wish it was.
Most people thought that the hate between Scorpius Malfoy and I started when we first laid eyes on each other. That – which was a fact for ninety-nine percent of Hogwarts' population, teachers and other staff included – was not entirely true.
It is certain that we disliked each other on our first encounter and that that animosity still persisted, especially because both of us entered the Hogwarts' Express with preconceived notions of each other's families, further fueled by our fathers upon our boarding into said train. However, while until our fifth year we only mildly bickered when the other would score a higher grade and would throw an annoyed glare to each other when we crossed ways in the corridors simply because I am a Weasley and he is a Malfoy, after a certain event, everything changed. So no, our hatred for each other wasn't a long time honed skill, rather, it seriously started after a certain event.
Like I said, we were in our fifth year. It was the last day before Christmas' holidays officially began and some rich Ravenclaw decided to throw a secret (although I'm quite sure the teachers knew about it, they just choose to ignore) Christmas party. Not everyone was invited of course. It was a given that the event would be filled with illegal alcohol so no kids under fifteen (or, more accurately, under fifth year) were allowed to enter.
I guess James started to rub off on me because I attended that party, something I rarely did back then, along with some girl-friends of mine. I just wanted to have fun, to drink as much as possible, probably to make out with some older handsome guy (a friend of James' would be the cherry on top of the proverbial cake, they were older and usually pretty hot – a characteristic much needed knowing James and his buddies broke hearts for sport), because I knew that when I came back from Christmas break, I would need to start my studies for the NEWTs and then, no parties for Rose.
So, a couple of hours after midnight, lost in the mass of attending people, departed from my friends (I ignored if they had had already left or were, like me, lost somewhere in the magically amplified room), I was highly inebriated. Well, I hadn't drank that much but it had been enough for me to be unable to stand on my feet or think straight enough to get out of there before something bad happened (because, really, when did these kind of situations, where a person is drunk enough to not be able to stand straight, ever ended well?). It seemed to me that my wish was going to be granted: one of James so-called "mates" came and sat next to me on the sofa.
"Hey, I'm Aaron" He clearly wasn't as drunk as I was because he managed to look at me without having his gaze wavering.
"I'm…whoever you want me to be." Wait, what? And then I giggled. See? Totally drunk. That brought a smile to his face. What I then classified as a smile. Though I'm pretty sure it must have been a smirk.
"Want another drink?" And then handed me his. I took the full glass and looked at the violet liquid suspiciously. What was in that glass was beyond me. But he urged me with a "smile" and his eyes and I wanted to show I was a big girl, so I gulped it all down. Of course I gagged in the middle, but still drank it until the last drop. My head started to spin and as I was finally getting myself together the head spinning started all over again as Aaron began kissing me. I didn't resist, I was well beyond caring already. But as soon as I pulled out for air, James was by our side with an annoyed looking girl linked at his side. I suppose her annoyance was due to him not paying any mind to her anymore.
"What are you doing?" His glare was directed at Aaron. For which I was immensely grateful.
"Calm down mate, we're just having a little fun."
"She's fifteen" He stressed the word like it explained it all. I felt like snorting (except I didn't, I wasn't in control of my body anymore). I was quite sure that either one of them had at least once bedded girls two years younger than them. Unfortunately, Aaron's mind was walking a similar path.
"So? What's it to you? Jessica is also a fifteen and that didn't stop you from shagging her or me from sleeping with Muriel." That only seemed to enrage my cousin further.
"So? So? She's my cousin! I don't care how old was Jessica, you're not making out with Rose and certainly not shagging her!"
"Look at her mate, she's practically begging for it!" At this they both looked at me, and I looked back, with the most innocent look I could've mustered in my highly dubious state of mind. In the back of said mind, there was a nagging voice telling me I should be offended by Aaron's words, I was certainly not begging for anything. However, the back of my mind was precisely there: in the back. A place so far it couldn't reach the surface.
Luckily, James also thought I wasn't begging for anything (although I'm quite sure even if I begged, he still wouldn't let his friend have his way with me; despite our less than friendly relationship, James was still my older cousin) so he just grabbed Aaron by his shirt and dragged him away, but not before adding a…
"Stay there, I'll be shortly back to take you to your dorm. And don't drink anything until I get back!" Pfffft, as if! Even I was aware that there was already too much alcohol travelling through my veins. But I didn't heed his counsel about "staying there". I thought I saw Megan, one of the girls I came to the party with, so I got up and tried to make my way through the crowd. Like I said before, these kinds of situations never end well. Naturally (see the sarcasm here?), I bumped into none other than, the now-bane of my existence, Scorpius Malfoy.
There was no straight thinking going through our heads, surely, otherwise we wouldn't have stopped and stared like it was the first time we saw each other. It must have been the alcohol in my system because I had my eyes glued on him and didn't want to take them off. We were too close, we had only stepped back enough to see who or what the obstacle to our way was. But like I said, we were too close, I could smell his cologne. Scratch that, his alluring cologne (I swear, all the success he has with the opposite sex it's due to the damned perfume) was intoxicating me. I was lost in his mercury grey eyes but at the same time I was very much aware of his athletic built, for he was clad in only a white tee shirt and loose khaki cargo pants and his face never seemed more handsome before. All I could think was that he was downright hot.
My heart started beating so fast I thought the whole room could hear it, because my ears had lost the ability to capture any other sound.
And he was looking at me with those eyes that, don't ask me how I know this, seemed darker than they usually did. Suddenly, we were closer than before; I could feel his body heat irradiating from him. I may have been just an innocent fifteen years old girl but even I wasn't that naïve to not be able to categorize his look as a lustful one. He put both his hands on my waist and pulled me to him. I didn't so much as protest. At that moment I didn't care that he was a Malfoy, that he was a Slytherin, that he had a line of girls waiting their turn to please him in any way he wanted, that my family hated his or that I should've screamed bloody murder the very moment he laid his hands (so warm) on me. Because, blame it on the alcohol, blame it on my rebel streak, blame it on some sudden release of sexual hormones, I wanted to be touched by him, so much.
It seemed I was like an open book to him. He let go of my waist and grabbed my hand instead. We pushed through the crowd until we reached an empty hallway. I started to feel cold, there was no music, no smoke, no people to heat up the place. But I soon forgot all about the surroundings for his mouth was over mine, and not moving gently. He pushed me onto the wall and kissed me fiercely. I responded with equal force, I kissed him like my very own existence depended on it.
There was no cold anymore. His hands were tracing a burning path on my thighs and my stomach, while his mouth did the same on my jaw and my neck. I couldn't breathe. But, although I loved his ministrations, my lips felt oddly ignored so I pushed him into another searing kiss as I let my hands wander on his silky hair.
He opened my legs with his knee and then grinded onto me causing the escape of an involuntary moan from my mouth. Suddenly something seemed wrong. And before you can sigh in relief thinking I finally came to my senses and realized that what we were doing was very very wrong, let me assure you that I was still in a heavy daze and had no intentions on stopping Malfoy from…whatever he was doing that was leaving my mind blank.
"Wait".
"No". I assumed he was very drunk himself or…altered in some other kind of way because he really didn't stop and had his hand into my panties, groping my buttocks. In a normal situation I would have slapped his hand away. But this was in no way a normal situation and in my mind (stupid, stupid), that was the perfect place for his hand to be.
"Not here". At this he did stop. He removed his hands and lips from my body, for which I felt very disappointed and smirked. I bet he could smirk even in his sleep. He grabbed my hand again and pulled me for another four or five steps, to a door, which he opened (must have been the Ravenclaw dormitories) to reveal a bedroom with a few four-poster bed, I didn't take time to count for I was too busy with far more interesting matters.
We crashed on the first bed we encountered. The room had no artificial lights but it was full moon so it wasn't completely dark either. He interrupted our kissing session to take off my top so I thought I should return the courtesy. As soon as his shirt was over his head and onto the floor he proceeded to unzip my skirt so eagerly you could think he was afraid I would change my mind. Merlin knew I should. My bra followed soon after. And then he stopped.
And stared at me.
I was starting to feel self-conscious, laying there, almost naked but for my panties, under his scrutinizing gaze.
"You're beautiful". Why, thank you, I was thinking the same thing about your breath-taking body, with all those lightly defined muscles. He said it in such a breathy lust-filled voice that I blushed furiously and tried to hide my face with my hands. He, however, was having none of that. He took my hands away and kissed me, slowly massaging my lips with his, silently asking for permission to enter his tongue. It was the most sensuous kiss I ever had in my life. At that moment, I felt like the most beautiful girl in the castle.
Shortly after, his pants were off too, along with his boxers and the remaining of my underwear. I always thought his body would be cold as ice upon touch (ok, so I spent a healthy amount of time fantasizing about his body, sue me) but he was so warm I briefly thought he might be coming down with fever.
Then the action continued. Kisses, touches, a lot of groping, occasional biting, I was so lost…I only felt and wanted to feel a lot more. Our breathing was erratic, my moans desperate his groans needy. But when he entered me, my world stopped. It hurt a little, but with the amount of foreplay we had done it surprised me it had hurt at all.
He paused to let me have time to adjust myself and then set up a steady pace while looking me in the eyes. I couldn't look away but his gaze felt like it was reading right into my soul, which didn't make me all that comfortable.
He came first, and with a hot kiss and some brief fondling of my sex (by his part) while he was still moving inside of me, I came shortly after. It had been the most powerful sensation I ever felt in my life. I felt like dying but so much alive!
Except…well, all fairy tales come to an end eventually. As we stayed down on the bed, side by side, catching our breaths it seemed my mind was starting to finally function normally again. Scratch the normal part. I sobered up the moment I reached my climax and now I wasn't happy. Far from it, actually. I was petrified by our actions. All I could think was "What the hell? Have I gone bonkers? This is wrong"
Suddenly, I couldn't stay there anymore. The sheets were damp, it was cold and I felt shivers creeping along my arms. I was freezing and almost trembling because of it. I was in panic!
So I got up and started to look for my clothes.
"What are you doing?"
"What does it look like? I'm trying to do some damage control here!" It was true. As soon as I found my clothes, I could get out of there and leave all this…mess behind.
"Damage control? Are you fucking kidding me? Moments ago you were screaming my name and it wasn't in pain. You very much enjoyed it so what is your problem?"
Like I said before, I was on panic because of what I had done. And when I'm in panic I become furious, I don't like to have things out of my control.
"Don't you understand this was a HUGE mistake?" I already had my underwear on and my skirt but I couldn't seem to find my top.
"Do you know where…?" He threw my top at me. I grabbed it and looked at him. He wore his boxers but apart from that, he was naked. I took a moment to look at him, at his body and the part of my mind which was still a little bit drunk marveled at how could have I had sex with this Greek god, school version. I wasn't skinny, I wasn't tall with kilometers worth of legs, my hair was a walking disaster and I had a lot of freckles. I was in no way the type of girl usually associated with him. We weren't even civil to each other, normally so why…?
"Do tell why this was such a huge mistake? People shag each other all the time!" He was furious and I couldn't quite comprehend the reason.
"Because we're not other people! I'm Rose Weasley and you're Scorpius Malfoy. If my family found out about this they would kill me. No one can know about this! No one! And it can't be repeated!" Uh-huh.
"Oh, don't worry!" He exploded "Like someone would hear it from my mouth that I touched you!" See there, the typical Malfoy venom. I should've realized that, like myself, he was putting his defenses up, but it stung.
"Oh? So now I'm no good to be touched by you? You're such a…dick!"
"Very clever Weasley, applause to you."
"Oh, shut up! We…we… this is so wrong! I can't believe I did this. We were drunk, that's it. In normal circumstances we wouldn't do this. I can't believe I gave my virginity to you." The last part was no more than a whisper. A moment of silence followed only to be broken by him.
"We weren't that drunk. We may have been when we entered the room, but when we took our clothes of, we both knew what we were doing and how it would end." His voice had returned to its normal emotionless self. "Why are you making such a big deal about it anyway?"
Oh boy, that was the wrong thing to say.
"Big deal? It was a big deal, in case you haven't realized. I'm not one of those dim-witted girls you usually sleep with and I certainly don't want to be another notch on your belt!"
"Oh yeah? You seemed very much like «one of those girls» you hate so much, which I'm starting to feel it's just jealousy on your part, when, minutes ago you were writhing beneath me and moaning my name. Don't think so highly of yourself, you're not that special."
A punch wouldn't hurt so much. So I slapped him. Hard. With enough force to turn his head to the side.
"I hate you!" And I meant it too. He looked at me enraged. Part of me was weeping. I didn't want to be mad at him; I wanted to be in his arms, glued to him under those bed sheets, to kiss him, to hold him, to feel special like I did a while ago. But the other part, the rational part, made me leave the room with my head held up high.
The party was still in full swing, but I couldn't enjoy it anymore. I leaned onto a wall and let myself slide down. Only then I started crying. That's how James found me shortly after. With my hair in disarray, red faced and with tears running down my cheeks.
"Rose? What's going on? What happened? Where were you?" He really sounded concerned. Ha! James concerned with someone other than his being, how laughable. But I didn't feel like laughing. Instead, with a small voice, barely high enough to be heard over the music, I asked.
"Please, take me away." And he did. For the second time in that night, he played the role of the concerned older cousin. In our way to my room, I told him what happened. I don't know what overcame me, he was the only person to whom I ever confided this piece of information. He just listened and didn't judge me, for which I was immensely grateful. And then he told me everything was going to be fine. I wish that could have comforted me.
After that, my relationship with Scorpius was never the same. The disdain, the full blown hatred and the venomous comebacks started the day after; we were both in a foul mood and weren't afraid to show it. By the look Zabini gave me, I knew he knew about the whole ordeal, but thankfully, Zabini seemed to be his only confident.
And that's how it really started.
So, what do you think? Better, worse? I'm still no good at putting down to paper the more steamy scenes and still learning how to write in way that the readers really understand what the characters are feeling.
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