I Alone Love You
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Harry Potter › Het - Male/Female
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Harry Potter › Het - Male/Female
Rating:
Adult ++
Chapters:
7
Views:
2,332
Reviews:
9
Recommended:
0
Currently Reading:
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I do not own Harry Potter, nor any of the characters from the books or movies. I do not make any money from the writing of this story.
MoonFlower
“The Garden?” she repeated, sensing the fact that it was spoken with a capital ‘G’. The golden haired girl nodded.
“Yeah,” she knelt down next to the tub and gently coaxed her into stretching her arms and legs out.
“Relax. I’m not going to hurt you. My name is Dandelion.”
“Dandelion?” even to her, that sounded strange. Her mind flashed to a fluffy yellow flower with a green stem. Dandelion giggled.
“Hey, I didn’t pick it.” She was pouring shampoo into the palm of her hand with the door opened again, and another girl with the same hazel eyes and shining golden hair came in.
“Sunflower!”
“Sunflower?” this was getting stranger and stranger. Sunflower knelt next to Dandelion and poured some liquid soap into her palm.
“The Gardener sent me up here. He said you might be too slow alone. He said he thought she might be a bit difficult, and this customer is one of those that back out at the last moment.”
“Hm,” Dandelion tilted her head back and soaped the dark, matted hair, her fingers massaging the scalp.
“What’s my name?” the girl in the bath asked, a bit scared to find out the answer.
“The Gardener has been calling you Moonflower.” Sunflower told her gently, after she and her sister exchanged a glance. They didn’t say they were, but she knew there was no way they could be so similar without having some sort of blood flowing between them.
“Moonflower? Why?”
“Because you’re so pale. He thought you’d only do well in the dark.” Dandelion explained. To prove her point, she lifted the pencil thin arm of the one called Moonflower and compared it to her own.
Dandelion’s, while not exactly tan, was at least several shades darker than Moonflower’s milky white Moonflower bit down on her lip.
“Where am I going?”
“We don’t know, really. See, this place…” Sunflower paused. “All we know is that every day, new girls come in, and none of them know who they are, where they’re from, or anything. All we know is what The Gardener tells us.”
“What do we do in this place?” her voice was less hoarse. Dandelion sighed.
“Men come here. Sometimes they just want to drink and smoke, play cards, have us sit on their laps and tell them how handsome they are. Sometimes they want to go upstairs for messages. And sometimes they want sex.”
“No,” Moonflower whimpered. She somehow knew what sex was. Everything was spinning too fast as Dandelion dipped her back to rinse the shampoo from her hair.
She felt the hot, stinging tears in her eyes. The only thing that had been her constant since she could remember. The tears and the blinding light. The girls let her cry as they shampooed her hair, washed her body with sweet smelling soap. It was nice to have someone else washing her, but she was too miserable to be able to enjoy it.
They helped her stand as they drained the water, and dried her body with warm, fluffy towels.
“We can tell you that you won’t be doing those things here in this house.” Sunflower offered.
“I won’t?” Moonflower perked up. Dandelion elbowed her sister in the ribs. Moonflower noticed that they were both wearing similar yellow mini dresses.
“You might be doing them. Just not in this house. You’ve been sold. To someone else.”
“Yeah,” she knelt down next to the tub and gently coaxed her into stretching her arms and legs out.
“Relax. I’m not going to hurt you. My name is Dandelion.”
“Dandelion?” even to her, that sounded strange. Her mind flashed to a fluffy yellow flower with a green stem. Dandelion giggled.
“Hey, I didn’t pick it.” She was pouring shampoo into the palm of her hand with the door opened again, and another girl with the same hazel eyes and shining golden hair came in.
“Sunflower!”
“Sunflower?” this was getting stranger and stranger. Sunflower knelt next to Dandelion and poured some liquid soap into her palm.
“The Gardener sent me up here. He said you might be too slow alone. He said he thought she might be a bit difficult, and this customer is one of those that back out at the last moment.”
“Hm,” Dandelion tilted her head back and soaped the dark, matted hair, her fingers massaging the scalp.
“What’s my name?” the girl in the bath asked, a bit scared to find out the answer.
“The Gardener has been calling you Moonflower.” Sunflower told her gently, after she and her sister exchanged a glance. They didn’t say they were, but she knew there was no way they could be so similar without having some sort of blood flowing between them.
“Moonflower? Why?”
“Because you’re so pale. He thought you’d only do well in the dark.” Dandelion explained. To prove her point, she lifted the pencil thin arm of the one called Moonflower and compared it to her own.
Dandelion’s, while not exactly tan, was at least several shades darker than Moonflower’s milky white Moonflower bit down on her lip.
“Where am I going?”
“We don’t know, really. See, this place…” Sunflower paused. “All we know is that every day, new girls come in, and none of them know who they are, where they’re from, or anything. All we know is what The Gardener tells us.”
“What do we do in this place?” her voice was less hoarse. Dandelion sighed.
“Men come here. Sometimes they just want to drink and smoke, play cards, have us sit on their laps and tell them how handsome they are. Sometimes they want to go upstairs for messages. And sometimes they want sex.”
“No,” Moonflower whimpered. She somehow knew what sex was. Everything was spinning too fast as Dandelion dipped her back to rinse the shampoo from her hair.
She felt the hot, stinging tears in her eyes. The only thing that had been her constant since she could remember. The tears and the blinding light. The girls let her cry as they shampooed her hair, washed her body with sweet smelling soap. It was nice to have someone else washing her, but she was too miserable to be able to enjoy it.
They helped her stand as they drained the water, and dried her body with warm, fluffy towels.
“We can tell you that you won’t be doing those things here in this house.” Sunflower offered.
“I won’t?” Moonflower perked up. Dandelion elbowed her sister in the ribs. Moonflower noticed that they were both wearing similar yellow mini dresses.
“You might be doing them. Just not in this house. You’ve been sold. To someone else.”