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Harry Potter › Slash - Male/Male
Rating:
Adult ++
Chapters:
3
Views:
4,734
Reviews:
2
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Currently Reading:
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A Night Worth Forgetting
Chapter Two
The morning sun streamed in through the opened curtains on my bed, and it caused me to jerk upright. I didn’t remember leaving the curtains open…in fact, after that little…escapade, I had closed the curtains and just gone to bed completely early, feigning sickness to those that came to check up on me. So what the fuck were my curtains doing open to begin with. Lifting a hand to my head, I rubbed lightly at my temple, groaning under my breath in the process. I ached all over, another thing that was unexpected and I was just completely…confused as to why I was feeling so displaced. Had my act really made things in my life so…topsy turvey? I didn’t know and I wished that I wasn’t curious to know. But alas, as I lay there, my curiosity got the better of me and I pushed off my blankets to piece together what I was missing. My feet were just about to hit the floor when my body shivered and goose bumps flared up on my arms.
“Where do you think you’re going?”
Shivering once more, I suppressed the groan that was working its way up and wanting out, to look sideways at the boy. If his voice was enough to give me chills, the site of him, lying there naked beside me, was enough to make me want to die. My mouth dropped open as I struggled to find the right words, nothing coming to mind, and that headache making things worse. My hand rubbed a little harder at my temple, though the pain only seemed to increase, and I felt it spread throughout my entire body. Something obviously had happened while I had been there just hating myself and my actions, and yet I couldn’t remember what. And then the realization hit me that I wasn’t wearing anything as well and I know that I had barely pulled on my boxers before collapsing onto my bed. So…what was I forgetting?
“What happened last night…?”
My voice was weak and shaky and that was definitely not something that I was used to, but I had to get to the bottom of this, after all, I didn’t like the fact that some how, I had been taken advantage of when I was not in the mood to fight them off? How dare someone think that they could get away with this? But then again, what was I thinking? After all, the boy that was lying there was my superior, he was the one that had claimed me my first year at the school, and when I had pledged into this…well some may call it a gang, I had signed my soul and body away to be his. God damn it, I knew that I had been screwed, and I wasn’t talking in the figuratively sense. Glaring at him, I tried to regain that confidence that I was known for, but I was failing, and he could sense it. His eyes told the story that I had been searching for, and I knew that once again, I had fallen into his clutches.
“At least tell me…was I any good?”
The boy smirked once more at me, before reaching out and grabbing my shaking shoulders, pulling me back onto the bed with him, and snuggling into me. For being such a rough and crude person towards others, he some how always had a small soft spot for me…whenever he didn’t want someone to fuck that is. He laughed softly, which caused shivers to run up and down my spine, and kissed my forehead gently…that is before moving that hand down to smack my sore ass cheeks, a small yelp making its way out of me mouth. Yup, I had been right after all, the ruddy bastard did have his way with me once again…and at the point where I had been the most fragile of things. But of course, that never mattered when you were someone’s bitch, and I knew that when I started hanging out with him. He just captivated me in a way that no one had…that is…until I met Terry…no good thinking about him now though.
“You were amazing…though I think I might have over done it when I shoved my fist inside of you. Who knew that your body would accept that from me?”
Ugh, that time the groan did make it out of my mouth and he slapped my ass one last time before shoving me away. That was all I needed to know and now that I knew it, I was feeling rather…well nauseous is the only word that is coming to mind. I tried to ignore him as he got out of my bed and pulled on his clothing, but I wasn’t one to just lie there and accept things, which was probably why I always got myself in trouble with him. Pulling my body to me once more, I buried my head in my knees and allowed that pain to leak out through my eyes. He knew that I was crying and I knew that he knew because I could feel those cold eyes on my body, drinking in the sight of a broken boy. But I couldn’t stop it after all, and all the insults had flown from my mind the moment that I heard those last words he had to say to me, the ones that scared me the most.
“Next time, don’t you dare mention the name Terry when I am fucking you…or I will kill you.”
The morning sun streamed in through the opened curtains on my bed, and it caused me to jerk upright. I didn’t remember leaving the curtains open…in fact, after that little…escapade, I had closed the curtains and just gone to bed completely early, feigning sickness to those that came to check up on me. So what the fuck were my curtains doing open to begin with. Lifting a hand to my head, I rubbed lightly at my temple, groaning under my breath in the process. I ached all over, another thing that was unexpected and I was just completely…confused as to why I was feeling so displaced. Had my act really made things in my life so…topsy turvey? I didn’t know and I wished that I wasn’t curious to know. But alas, as I lay there, my curiosity got the better of me and I pushed off my blankets to piece together what I was missing. My feet were just about to hit the floor when my body shivered and goose bumps flared up on my arms.
“Where do you think you’re going?”
Shivering once more, I suppressed the groan that was working its way up and wanting out, to look sideways at the boy. If his voice was enough to give me chills, the site of him, lying there naked beside me, was enough to make me want to die. My mouth dropped open as I struggled to find the right words, nothing coming to mind, and that headache making things worse. My hand rubbed a little harder at my temple, though the pain only seemed to increase, and I felt it spread throughout my entire body. Something obviously had happened while I had been there just hating myself and my actions, and yet I couldn’t remember what. And then the realization hit me that I wasn’t wearing anything as well and I know that I had barely pulled on my boxers before collapsing onto my bed. So…what was I forgetting?
“What happened last night…?”
My voice was weak and shaky and that was definitely not something that I was used to, but I had to get to the bottom of this, after all, I didn’t like the fact that some how, I had been taken advantage of when I was not in the mood to fight them off? How dare someone think that they could get away with this? But then again, what was I thinking? After all, the boy that was lying there was my superior, he was the one that had claimed me my first year at the school, and when I had pledged into this…well some may call it a gang, I had signed my soul and body away to be his. God damn it, I knew that I had been screwed, and I wasn’t talking in the figuratively sense. Glaring at him, I tried to regain that confidence that I was known for, but I was failing, and he could sense it. His eyes told the story that I had been searching for, and I knew that once again, I had fallen into his clutches.
“At least tell me…was I any good?”
The boy smirked once more at me, before reaching out and grabbing my shaking shoulders, pulling me back onto the bed with him, and snuggling into me. For being such a rough and crude person towards others, he some how always had a small soft spot for me…whenever he didn’t want someone to fuck that is. He laughed softly, which caused shivers to run up and down my spine, and kissed my forehead gently…that is before moving that hand down to smack my sore ass cheeks, a small yelp making its way out of me mouth. Yup, I had been right after all, the ruddy bastard did have his way with me once again…and at the point where I had been the most fragile of things. But of course, that never mattered when you were someone’s bitch, and I knew that when I started hanging out with him. He just captivated me in a way that no one had…that is…until I met Terry…no good thinking about him now though.
“You were amazing…though I think I might have over done it when I shoved my fist inside of you. Who knew that your body would accept that from me?”
Ugh, that time the groan did make it out of my mouth and he slapped my ass one last time before shoving me away. That was all I needed to know and now that I knew it, I was feeling rather…well nauseous is the only word that is coming to mind. I tried to ignore him as he got out of my bed and pulled on his clothing, but I wasn’t one to just lie there and accept things, which was probably why I always got myself in trouble with him. Pulling my body to me once more, I buried my head in my knees and allowed that pain to leak out through my eyes. He knew that I was crying and I knew that he knew because I could feel those cold eyes on my body, drinking in the sight of a broken boy. But I couldn’t stop it after all, and all the insults had flown from my mind the moment that I heard those last words he had to say to me, the ones that scared me the most.
“Next time, don’t you dare mention the name Terry when I am fucking you…or I will kill you.”