Anitra's Dance
Wicked!
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style='mso-ansi-language:EN-GB'>Disclaimers: style='mso-ansi-language:EN-GB'>All Rowling’s – as usual. Anitra is m ine – as usual.
style='mso-ansi-language:EN-GB'>A/N:style='mso-ansi-language:EN-GB'> Okay – here it is – the smut I’m sure you all
have been waiting for. ;)
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style='mso-ansi-language:EN-GB'>Wicked!
“The faster
I find out about myself, the better.”
They were
all there, Hermione, Ron, McGonagall, Snape, Harry, Anitra, Madam Pomfrey and
standing, having convinced Pomfrey that she need not lie down.
“How is
that, Ms Anitra?” McGonagall asked her gently. The girl was looking out of the
hospital window, the first sight of the outside world she had got after being
brought to Hogwarts. Now she turned round to face them; her face was earnest.
“As I
understand it, you are all concerned that this Voldie-person (several people
winced) erased my memory and is currently trying to use me as.. something – a
spy, perhaps.”
“A distinct
possibility,” Snape said coldly, “for one thing, Headmaster, my mark is getting
increasingly darker and hotter.”
“What are
you saying, Professor Snape?” McGonagall wanted to know. Snape seemed unwilling
to elaborate, but then said in a whisper: “It calls for me.”
It was like
an icy cold breeze swept though the room. Anitra was frowning, not knowing what
heck they were talking about. Instead she expounded:
“Well –
whatever – but things are happening – my headaches, for instance – Harry’s scar
hurting him again. All signs, I presume, that something is not as it should be.
Now, the faster I know who I am and remember what happened, the faster you
people can thwart whatever plan this fellow had in mind.”
“Searing
logic,” Snape had to admit.
“But...”
Harry stepped forward, subduing a crazy urge to just take her in his arms and make
her anxiety go away, “what can you do that you are not already doing?”
“Harry’s
right,” Dumbledore interjected, “there is nothing we can do to hasten the
process of the recovery of your memory. Continuing to stimulate your natural
skills and empirically obtained abilities is all we and yourself can do.”
“What about
that mirror-idea Harry came up with?”
“Alas – it
is no longer at the Ministry of Magic.”
“
involved in that ‘what’.
“No. I just
got word this morning. It has been stolen from Mr Fudge’s office.”
“The
moron,” Ron hissed. His rudeness was graciously ignored, and – perhaps –
silently agreed upon.
*
With the
mirror gone, Harry was out of ideas. As were Ron and Hermione. Hermione,
however, used every second of the free time she had (when not studying for the
NEWTs) going through the library to come up with *anything* that would bring
back Anitra’s memory.
An enquiry
was already taking place at the Ministry as to how it had been possible for
anyone to sneak their way into the Minister’s office and smuggle out a
disclose something, but if the magic world bureaucracy was anything like the
muggle world bureaucracy, Anitra very much doubted it would have any beneficial
effect at all, except produce duplicate forms en masse.
This is why
she one night took a desperate decision.
Harry
hadn’t even heard her go through the Gryffindor common room, which was odd as
he himself was lying awake, too preoccupied with worried thoughts to fall
asleep. onlyonly reason why he found out was because he happened to look
through the window at the appropriate time and in the sharp moonlight see a
very distinct figure head for the lake.
It couldn’t
be!!
Harry
stumbled back to his bed and caused Ron to murmur and rustle around underneath
his duvet.
style='mso-ansi-language:EN-GB'>No, no,style='mso-ansi-language:EN-GB'> he thought, you sleep on. No need to wake up the whole school or attract Mrs Norris’
attention.
The black
haired boy with the lightening bolt carved in his forehead took out the Marauder’s
Map and his invisibility cloak. How Anitra (presupposing it had been her) had
managed to walk the corridors unprotected without getting caught was more than
a mystery – it was downright impossible.
Harry made
it safely though the hallways and down the stairs concealed under his cloak and
with the Map activated to reveal other nightly trespassers.
And he had
been right. It was her by the lake.
She was sitting there with terror painted in her pretty face, looking stiffly
at the water that looked darker and fouler than ever with the mist above the
waters eerily illuminated by the moonlight..
“Anitra,”
he whispered, forgetting about his cloak. She jerked up her head and looked
around her wildly, the terror in her face replaced by utter confusion.
“Oh –
sorry,” he said, lowering the cloak, which gave the really reassuring impression
of a head floating in the ainitrnitra widened her eyes and opened her mouth, a
scream clearly on its way. Harry sprinted to her and clasped his hand over her
mouth. The cloak came off altogether, revealing his entire body, thus making
him look somewhat more normal. He felt her relax.
“Don’t you
do that to me again,” she snarled, hitting him hard as he sat down beside her.
“Sorry...
I’m so used to that cloak, I don’t even... anyway – what are
doing here?”
“Facing a
trauma! Perhaps the shock will help me remember what it was about.”
“At... at
night?”
“I don’t
want to have one of those headaches in full public again. – Or a terror fit.”
“Oh.” He
could certainly understand that. He sighed and made himself a bit more
comfortable next to her as he leaned his body towards hers.
“So...,” he
said silently, “what do you plan to do?”
*
“’Ere,
puppet. Where are ya’? (whistle).”
No
response.
“’Ere ye’
mangy cat. Come ‘ere. We’ve got students to hunt down.”
An evil
cackle left the speaker’s mouth, but Mrs Norris gave no proof of life.
There was
only... silence.
Silence.
“Mrs
Norris?”
The evil
cackle had left his voice. Now he just sounded scared.
*
“It’s
simple,” she said, “I waddle into the water and see what it does to me. Now
that you’re here, you can record any effect it has on me.”
“Are you
stark raving mad???”
She
shrugged. “Who knows? Perhaps we’re about to find out.”
“Look,”
Harry said, his voice maybe trembling a bit, “you don’t have to do this. It’s
not that urgent after all.”
She turned
to look at him. Her eyes oddly calm. “Yes, it is.”
“But...
you’re – you’re no use to us if you go crazy,” he tried as one last feeble
attempt to stop her.
“Oh, I
think I’m pretty robust,” she murmured, getting up.
Harry
glanced nervously around him for any sight of Mr Filch and Mrs Norris. If they
saw all this, he would surely have it.
As Anitra
stood up, the cloak slid of her and Harry understood that she came prepared –
she was wearing a bathing suit. Then he recalled that she was practically
‘born’ without clothes.
“Where did
you get that?”
“Borrowed
it from Ginny. We are about the same size.”
“So she
knows you’re here?”
“No. And
she doesn’t know I borrowed the bathing suit either.”
“Oh!” Harry
grinned.
She was now
standing at the water. The night was so still that the water surface hardly
moved at all. It was indeed the perfect night for facing a trauma like this.
Anitra’s heart was racing. Perhaps she was about to find out what had happened
to so avert her towards water? Had she nearly been drowning? Had somebody she
loved nearly been drowned? Was it thinthing else? Shakingly she extended one
slim foot to touch the silver surface. She gasped. The water was cool- and wet.
Big surprise! What else. She was suddenly aware of the absence of breathing
behind her. Now where had he gone? She
turned and found he was still there. He simply held his breath. Loo at at him
so displaying his concern for her suddenly warmed her immensely. She held out a
hand.
“Support me
as I take the first step?” she asked. He immediately jumped to the task.
With a hand
under her arm and another clutching the same arm’s hand, he held her tight as
she extended her foot furthed pld plunged it into the water. She trembled. Then
something came to him.
“Anitra,
can you swim?”
“I have no
idea.”
“I can’t!
So I won’t be able to rescue you if it turns out you can’t swim!”
“I wasn’t
planning on going out that far,” she assured him, her voice not completely
under control. The water certainly had a negative effect on her, but she knew
that she would have to pursue that effect if she ever wanted to know what the
trauma was about. She began to breathe heavily.
“Oh,
Anitra,” Harry whispered, his handsome face distraught with apprehension.
“Stand by,”
she huffed, her face whiter than the moonlight. She wasn’t looking at him;
instead, her eyes were focussed stiffly at the glistening surface of the lake. She
took another step, and another foot was subjected to that cold, wet sensation
of the water as it engulfed her limb. OhMyGod!
What was it, why was this so bad? Her thoughts were a jumble, her feelings all
over the place. Her heart was beating so hard she could feel it in her feet.
Another
step. She was now trembling harder than ever. Another step. The water was now
covering her knees; and Harry’s, who had waddled in with her, his pyjamas
getting soaked.
When the
water reached their waistline, something dramatic happened to her. Suddenly all
kinds of terrifying images came rushing towards her, the water sprinted in her
face, it was choking her, she reached out an arm, but she couldn’t get to her,
she was suffocating, her foot was stuck, it was dragging her down, she watched
her life vanish, her reason for living die, she would never see her mum again.
And then
she inevitably screamed the scream of the damned, shaking uncontrollably.
She didn’t
really register Harry dragging her back to dry land, her mind still crowded by
devastating sensatioFighFighting for her sanity, she didn’t even notice that a haunched,
dark figure was approaching them, lantern swinging in his hand. Another hand
covered her mouth and a soft voice in her ear.
“Hush.
Filch is here.”
Something
was pulled over her head, and from that point on she merely heard Harry’s warm
breath in her hear.
Anitra
wasn’t quite sure how long they had lain like that. Her mind was clearing, and
she was able to think straight again. At some point Harry removed his hand from
her mouth and got up as quietly as he could.
“He’s
gone,” he whispered, “he must have seen us by the lake – though I don’t
understand how. The lake isn’t even visible from the school.”
“Why are
you all so afraid of him anyway? He’s just an old dude with a moulding cat.”
“He can get
us expelled. We’re breaking all the school rules ever written. Perhaps Mrs
Norris saw you go down here and alerted him.”
“She
certainly did not. At this moment she’s probably trying to claw her way out of
the cleaning cupboard.”
“What??? Say
again? How?? How do you know that?”
“I put her
there.”
“What???”
“Well, I
met her on my way out. She was looking at me with that cat sneer of hers, and
then she turned and began to walk away – to tell, I presumed. Evidently I had
to do something about that, so I grabbed her in the neck and threw her hissing
and scratching into the first available closet – whichpenepened to be the
cleaning cupboard. My guess is she raising havoc in there.”
Harry’s
emotions was shifting between admiration for her action and worry about the
fate of Anitra when Filch found out. “Um... perhaps you knocked her unconscious
in the process. That could be reason he can’t find her.” He lifted the hem of
the invisibility cloak that was covering them both. “I see lights at the
entrance of the school. We won’t be able to go through for a while.”
“Not even
under this invisibility thing?”
“If Mrs
Norris is there, she can smell us.”
“Well,”
Anitra mused, “I could go there and divert him or them – after all, I don’t
really care if they expell me. Then perhaps you could slip by underneath your
cloak.”
“Under no
circumstance,” Harry said firmly, “he can’t see us from there. We’ll just slip
behind that shrubbery over there for ekstra protection and remain under the
invisibility cloak until the coast is clear.”
He didn’t
give her any chance to disagree, grabbing her waist and pulling her with him.
Well hidden behind the shrubbery and
the invisibility cloak, they settled on the ground with her cloak underneath
them. Harry touched the invisibility cloak gently with his wand. “
a small tent. “Neat trick,” Anitra remarked and picked up some shrubbery
branches and ushem hem for tent poles.
“Are you
warm enough?” Even though he had extended the cloak, there was only just room
enough for them both as they huddled there, and her skin felt cold. She
shivered a bit.
“I will get
warmer,” she assured him, “it’s due to contracting capillaries, you see.”
“What?”
“Shock.”
“Oh. What
can I do?”
“Talk to
me. Talk me out of the limbo I am in right now.”
“What
happened out there?”
They were
both lying down, his body next to hers, his hands rubbing her bare arms to get
her circulation going. He felt goosebumps grow underneath his hands as she
tried to recall her violent confrontation.
“I
remembered.... sensations.”
“What kind
of sensations?” he whispered.
“Terrible
sensations,” she whispered back, “the sensation of being drowned – the
sensation of seeing someone drown. I couldn’t reach her. I couldn’t stay afloat.
Something dragging me.”
She
stopped, her entire body shivering. Harry hugged her tight, not knowing what
else to do. He tried to remember what it had been for him the times he had been
in shock, when Sirius died, when Cedric died...
“You’re not
going to believe this,” he mumbled, “but this will pass. It will get better.”
He felt her nod.
“I know,”
she murmured back, “I don’t know how I know – but I know.”
They lay
there and he kept hugging her until she had stopped shivering. Then he let go a
bit, mainly due to the fact that some part of his body had begun growing, and
he didn’t want her to feel that.
“I don’t
believe it, I’m still seeing light at the entrance.”
She
suddenly emitted a hoarse laugh.
“I bet this
is magic folks’ version of “running out of petrol”, right?”
“What?” he
looked at her in mild shock, not quite sure he had understood her correctly.
She didn’t
answer, but looked at him instead with an unfathomable look in her eyes.
tingle had started between her legs. What, still? Already? Without really meaning
to, she cupped his chin with her hand and started tracing his lips with her
thumb. Harry felt paralysed, unable to move or talk. Then it appeared that she
got a grip.
“Oh, well,”
she sighed, “we really shouldn’t...>!<”
That was as
far as she got. Her speech was promptly interrupted by a hungry mouth seeking
her lips. She felt it immediately; the soft touch and the subtle craving in his
movements were a dead giveaway. He has
tried this before. A tongue intruding and claiming hers; she responded
instantly. I have tried this before.
She moaned into his mouth and moved her hands up his arms. His hands traced her
arms back to engulf her shoulders in a deep embrace, their mouths still locked.
When
finally they parted, Harry had only time to stammer, “Oh, Merlin – you are so –
bloody – delectable – “
She shut
him up sta started tugging at his pyjamas shirt, ripping off a couple of the
buttons in the process. Not bothering to hide his erection anymore, he pressed
his abdomen against her pelvis, his hands moving up to her shoulders. The
bathing suit straps came down willingly enough. And still their lips almost
didn’t leave each other. At some point Harry succeeded in muttering, “Have...
have you ever...??”. “I don’t know,” she managed to huff back.
No, she
wouldn’t know, would she? They would both know in a second.
Her perky
young breasts were released, nipples hard, rosy and ready, and the sight of
them slowed Harry down for a nanosecond. They were so beautiful.
carefully thumbing her left nipple, he made her arch her back. God, she
couldn’t believe how horny she was.
And she couldn’t remember it had ever been that
bad.
A hot
wetness already flooded her vulva. Wow, that was quick. There is something about this boy... She felt his hard shaft rubbing
against her belly. He would slid right in – no foreplay needed. But she didn’t
want it over with so soon. She wanted to savour his young fresh passion and at
least remember this forever and ever.
She heard a muffled ‘I love you’ as he crept downwards, but she didn’t take it
very seriously. Boys said that when they having sex, and they always forgot it the
next day. But that wasn’t important now; what was important was the sensation
of him between her legs, nibbling her tender skin there, licking her belly
button and breathing hot air on her clitoris. Ooooh, he knew what a clit was.
He had definitely tried this before. Her clit was so sensitive from arousal
that it quivered with anticipation. “Please, oh, please,” she whined, “do something!”.
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style='mso-ansi-language:EN-GB'>I can’t believe how hot she is
surprised – literally – the pants of him. Had he not been ‘educated’ by Pussy the
year before, he would have had no idea how to handle a girl like this. And yet,
this was so different. With Pussy it had been... technical. Anitra... well, he
couldn’t decribe it, and he stopped wondering about it as he dived in to make
love to her clitoris. She grabbed his unruly hair and ruffled it even more.
“Oh, god!” she moaned. Her sweet juice tasted like honey – honey of heather.
Harry wanted more and he wanted her to know. His mouth full of her, he moved to
her head and gave her a very deep kiss. “Taste the essence of you,” he
whispered to her when they broke. She looked at him with gratitude; she would
have given him a blowjob if there had been more space, but the interimistic
tent just would not allow it. Then something jabbed at her thigh, and she knew
exactly what it was. “Inside of me,” she said hoarsely, as she was tugging at
his pyjama pants eagerly. “I really need you inside!”. His magic wand slipped
out, stiff as a pole, hard as a rock and finally freed from its constraints. Harry’s
green eyes were glistening with mute passion and without another word, his hand
slid down her body and a finger made it between her lips. Parting them, her juice
instantly covered his hand as a plethora of lubricant. He smeared it over his
penis, directed it to her sweet honey entrance and gently pushed...
Her body
jerked in surprise more than in pain. She was a virgin? But she could have
sworn... A green flash of concerned eyes, but she moved downwards to impale
herself on him. All the way to the hilt. She exhaled, the hot air making his
hair wave in the slipstream. “Oh, my god,” he moaned, almost unable to restain
himself.
She kissed
him hard, and he responded, starting thrusting. He easily slipped in and out,
her wet excitement making the passage slippery. He felt how her soft vaginal
walls engulfed him, loved him, rubbed his manhood the right way – and he felt he
was home.
Hammering
into her, delivering her a series of violent thrusts, he came first with an
intense groan, unable to stop himself anymore, but he continued rocking, adding
his thumb to her clitoris, making her come the second after and muffling up her
cry with his own moaning mouth.
And so he
remained on top of her, breathing heavily and savouring the sound of her
subsiding arousal. When finally he trusted himself to be able to utter
intelligible words, he lifted himself from her chest and said,
“That-was-bloody-amazing! – You are the most wonderful person I have ever met.”
She smiled
and chuckled a bit, “you’re not too bad yourself, Harry. Where did you learn
all that?”
“Do you
really want to know?”
She shook
her head, “Not if you don’t want to tell me.”
He lay down
again, his head between her young, firm breasts. “Last year – a girl took it
upon herself to... um – educate me.”
“Remind me
to thank her,” Anitra grinned while stroking his hair.
“But it was
nothing, nothing like this,” he
murmured. Anitra frowned. Was he really falling in love with her? Suddenly
sober after the inspired lovemaking, she wasn’t sure if that was such a good
idea.
But she
wouldn’t think of that now. Now she felt safe, sated and wonderfully relaxed.
Worries were of tomorrow.
*
TBC
R&R,
please. How did you like it? Smutty enough? Hot enough? Confusing enough? Well,
it’s meant to be – I won’t disclose her real identity before the end – so you’ll
just have to read on if you want to know – he, he (evil leer). ;)