Oh, Professor!

AN: Sorry this took so long to get up, I\'m aware it\'s rather short for one of my chapters. I almost extended it into the next couple of scenes as I was finishing this up today, but I was too depressed over the inauguration to finish them. So I cut it off here, but chapter nine is in progress. I hope this is interesting... the chapter after this is pretty smutty, so don\'t worry, you\'ll get more than this!


CHAPTER EIGHT: THE SHAKEDOWN

Muggle music blared loudly from a set of conjured speakers, fifth, sixth, and seventh year Gryffindors and kids from other houses threw back shots of Firewhiskey and Absinthe in celebration of the win. The room was decorated in more red and gold that glowed in the dim lighting, students danced and talked in the middle of the floor, while dark corners of the common room were frequented by drunken couples as a place to snog. The room was charmed to let out no noise whatsoever, and only students over the age of 14 could enter for a period of 8 hours. The younger students were snug in their beds, unaware of the raging party going on in the crowded common room near them, or in the bedrooms of the older students.

Lainey sat on a couch, sipping on a raspberry rum and lemon lime soda. She watched the students, drinking and dancing and laughing, trying to keep her thoughts from drifting back to Oliver. She wanted to get out of the room, the dorm, the building, to run out and find him and shag his brains out. But if she left the victory party for whom she was the victor, she would surely be suspected of something. Remembering the fleeting feeling she\'d felt as she\'d caught the snitch, and the teammates and friends surrounding her, cheering, she\'d caught his eye. He\'d smiled a secret smile at her and mouthed, \"Later.\"

It was later! Why couldn\'t later be now? Why were all these obligatory celebrations necessary? The only celebration she wanted to have was in his bed!

She downed the last of her drink and rose to get another. If she couldn\'t have him tonight, she could at least get sloshed.

\"Fill me up, baby!\" She smiled falsely to the kid with the raspberry rum. The guy laughed and filled her drink, then filled the other part with soda.

\"Good plays today, Lainey.\" He said, smiling at her.

\"Thanks,\" She said, taking a sip. The boy was a seventh year from Ravenclaw, and was a friend of David\'s by the name of Turner.

\"You\'re really good. Are you going pro after Hogwarts?\" He asked, leaning against the back of an armchair. He was pretty cute, Lainey decided, for a seventeen year old.

\"I don\'t know, yet. I was thinking of writing.\" She replied.

\"That\'s cool, too.\" An awkward silence filled the air as Lainey stared off into space.

\"You wanna dance, maybe?\" The guy asked as the song changed.

She looked at him in a bit of surprise. \"Dance?\" She repeated. It\'d been ages since she\'d been asked to dance, and the drink had gotten to her a little, so it sounded appealing.

\"Yeah. You don\'t have to, it was just a thought.\"

\"No, I\'d love to.\" She smiled at him.

As they moved to the music, and Turner grew closer and closer to her, so close their bodies were practically one, her mind began
skipping, and she thought of Oliver, imagining it was him that was close to her, rubbing up against her.

This isn\'t what I want, she thought.

She broke away from the boy. \"Sorry, I gotta go.\" She said. \"Not feeling so good.\"

She walked away from the common room and dashed up the stairs to her dormitory. She knocked on the door and listened, hearing a muffled moan coming from inside the bedroom. She scoffed and knocked again. \"Get out or I\'m coming in!\" She called. She heard mumbles and muttered curses, counted to ten, then muttered a spell to unlock the door and stepped inside. David stood there, shirtless, a pair of jeans just barely pulled on with the top button still undone and his hair a mess. A fifth year Hufflepuff girl\'s eyes widened and she pulled the sheets up around her... in Lainey\'s bed.

Lainey turned to David and glared at him. \"In my bed? You\'d cheat on Adrienne in your ex-girlfriend\'s bed?\" She snapped, stepping towards him. She couldn\'t deny that the way David was looking at her was getting her a little hot and bothered. He had a great body and had no qualms about hiding it. He smiled and held up his hands in meager defense.

\"It\'s not what it looks like.\"

\"A naked girl in my bed and you standing here a mess, still with a boner, with your jeans not all done up and no shirt does not mean sex? Well I must be severely misinformed, then! What is sex, if not fucking?\"

\"Lane, babe, just don\'t... tell anyone about this. Especially Adrienne.\" He said softly, stepping towards her.

\"Are you gonna keep cheating on her with this Hufflepuff whore?\" Lainey spat.

\"Hey!\" Came the protest from the girl.

\"No, it\'s not going to happen again. I just have had too much to drink, I guess.\" He shrugged.

\"I was a virgin, for your information!\" The girl shouted at Lainey, who waved it off.

\"That\'s not even an excuse, David.\"

\"Are you telling her or not? Cause if you are, I\'d bloody well rather know about it first.\"

\"Well, I won\'t tell her if you do.\" Lainey replied. \"You can\'t do this to people, David.\"

\"It\'s not my bloody fault she\'s getting to be a prude!\" He shouted at Lainey. \"What I\'m doing to her? Look at what she\'s doing to me!
She\'s going on and on about the future and forever and kids and marriage and she won\'t even bloody shag me anymore! What the bloody hell am I supposed to do?\"

\"Dump her if you don\'t want her, David, but don\'t fuck around in hopes she\'ll stop and come around!\" Lainey yelled. \"If you don\'t want her, don\'t mess with her head, it\'s not fair to her, or to your friends, or to this girl, or-\"

\"I never wanted her in the first place!\" David shouted and grabbed her by the shoulders. \"I wanted you, damn it!\"

Silence filled the room as Lainey looked at him in fury and awe. David let go of her arms. \"You want to talk about fair, Lane? Let\'s talk about fair.\"

\"David-\" She started.

\"Shut up. I wanna talk about being fair to people, baby, and that\'s what we\'re gonna talk about.\"

\"You\'re drunk.\"

\"You\'ve got to be the biggest hypocrite on the planet.\"

\"Stop it.\"

\"You and your... beauty. You think because you\'re beautiful and sexy and cool you can do whatever you bloody want.\"

\"David.\"

\"You think that because you\'re so much greater than everyone you can have whoever you want and do whatever you want with them, or not do anything you don\'t want with them. You treat people like they matter, and when you\'re bored, or done with them, you chuck them and don\'t ever bloody think about what they want and what they bloody deserve. How\'s that for fair, Lainey? Huh?\"

\"That\'s enough.\"

\"Well I\'m not bloody done! You strung me along, had me following after you like a dog follows his master, at your beckoned call I waited on you, obsessed, wanting to do anything to stay in your good graces. And when it came to anything I wanted you didn\'t give a fuck. You\'d start fooling around and you\'d get off, then when it came to me, oh, you weren\'t in the mood to suck my cock, were you?\"

By this time the Hufflepuff had clothed and left the room.

\"And when it came down to talking to me- you never bloody had the time! You never gave me the chance to show you how much I cared about you or how it wasn\'t all about the sex like you thought I thought it was! You had to go and play the innocent virgin and end things because they were \'moving too fast.\' That\'s bullshit and we both know it! You were sick of me, and you knew I was catching on to your little scam. You couldn\'t risk everyone hating you, so you set me up for failure and fucking dumped me in front of everyone. I was in fucking love with you, Lainey, and you knew you couldn\'t ever love me! So I guess it was fair in that aspect of it all. You knew you couldn\'t give me all of you. You know what, I think you don\'t even know how to love anyone but yourself. You are incapable of love, because you\'re so cold and callous and heartless. You don\'t care about anyone or anything. You just go on, day by day, living shallowly off of your beautiful face and body. You\'re never going to love, and no one is ever going to really love you, in the end. Except me, Lainey, I\'m still going to be in love with you because you made me believe you cared. You call that fair?\"

His words cut like a spear through her chest, she tried to cry but the tears wouldn\'t come. He stepped close to her and pulled her body close in to his, his strong hands gripping her shoulders so hard she\'d think they\'d bruise.

\"You still want it all to be fair, you little whore?\" David growled into her face. He watched as she closed her eyes and wriggled against his grip. With one violent move, he grabbed the collar of her shirt with both hands and tore it open to expose her bra-clad chest to him. Lainey gasped in shock and felt him pull her against him again, this time more violently as she fought to get out of his grasp.

\"I could rape you a thousand times over and it would never be fair. You would still owe me.\" He growled in her ear as he grabbed her ass.

\"Please, David... don\'t.\" She shuddered in his arms, shaking against him, trying to get out of him.

\"I\'m not going to. Much as I\'d love to hurt you physically as much as you hurt me, I\'m never going to do it. You know why?\" When she didn\'t answer, he shook her hard against him and shouted. \"Do you know why, you stupid slut?!\" Lainey whimpered and shook her head. David dropped her to the floor and watched her fall into a little heap.

\"Because I\'m not the villain. And I never want to be. So go ahead and fuck whoever it is you wanna fuck, but stay the fuck away from me, because I might not always show this kind of fucking restraint.\"

Lainey\'s head was spinning, and she slowly sat up, her shoulders hurting from where he\'d had her, goosebumps crawling up and down her skin from the cool air on her exposed chest.

\"Just tell me one thing, and you can go, and neither of us will speak of this again.\"

\"What.\" She asked, pained.

\"Who is it?\"

\"Who is who?\" Lainey asked. How would he know anything?

\"Don\'t play the fool with me, Lane, you know what the fuck I\'m talking about.\" he spat, buttoning the top button of his jeans.

\"I don\'t!\" She protested. \"Who are you talking about?\"

\"Who the hell were you with last night, Lane?\" He asked, rather calmly picking up his shirt from the floor.

\"I wasn\'t with anyone. You\'re delusional, and you\'re drunk.\"

He looked at her incredulously. \"I might be drunk, but you have got to be the worst liar I\'ve ever come across. I\'m not going to tell
anyone or do anything about it. I just figure it\'s fair to know, that way we\'re even.\"

\"Even?\" Lainey repeated.

\"I know who you\'re fucking behind everyone\'s backs, you know about... well, what you saw tonight.\" He said, buttoning his silky dark blue shirt.

\"That doesn\'t mean even. It just means you have two up on me.\"

\"I think you owe me this much, Lainey. After how you treated me, I deserve to know this shit.\"

\"I think you threatening to rape me counts as even.\" She spat.

He laughed. \"I didn\'t threaten to rape you.\"

\"I\'m sorry, do you have short term memory loss? YOU JUST DID!\"

\"That wasn\'t a threat. It was a statement of fact.\"

\"I\'m not telling you anything.\" Lainey said, standing and crossing to her trunk, pulling off the ripped t-shirt.

David watched her. She was still so beautiful, he couldn\'t handle it.

\"Fine.\" He shrugged, crossing to her. Lainey pulled a purple top over her head, and felt David\'s hands snaking around her waist, his
torso pressed against her, breath on her face. One hand drifted upward and closed around a firm tit, and began to rub her through her t-shirt the way he knew she liked. \"Sure about that?\" He asked, sucking on her soft spot.

\"Positive.\" She replied through gritted teeth. What the hell is wrong with me, getting turned on by this, and by... him! His other hand drifted low, and slid underneath the waistband of her jeans and underwear, lower and lower to touch her clit and rub the creaming
folds.

\"Still sure?\" David asked her. It felt so good, but... she was drunk, and she knew it was wrong.

\"Get off of me, you pervert!\" She shouted, trying to break away. Then his hands were off of her as quickly as they\'d been on her.

He backed away. \"Fine. But I will find out, Lainey. Just wait.\"

With that, he left the room and closed the door. She screamed in frustration, her hands knotting in her thick hair.

I\'m so fucked up, shit. Everything he said is absolutely right. He\'s so fucking drunk... shit. I am too. I need to get out of this space, I hate it. I need to change. I need to change. I need... I need... sex. So badly. Oh, shit, I need to get off. I need... Professor Wood.


AN: Okay. there it is. I know this whole seemingly sidetracked chapter might seem random, but I promise it eludes lots of importance in the overall plot of the story. So please, let me know what you think.
CHAPTER NINE: DRINK IT DOWN- Lainey pays a little visit to her professor and lightens up a little.

1/21/04: Ok- I\'ve gotten two reviews over the last two chapters. I really hope I haven\'t lost my audience. If I have, that\'s really upsetting. But please, even just saying you like it propels me to write more. If you don\'t, im not compelled to write. There is no show without an audience, and there is no story without a reader. I won\'t know you\'re reading it if y ou don\'t tell me you are. Get your voice heard while you still can in America! Or wherever else you are. The point? There is no point unless you show interest. So if you show it, tel lme. Otherwise, I\'ll just not waste my time. Thanks.
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