Lascivus Wanton

DISCLAIMER: This story is based on the Harry Potter series by J.K. Rowling. The characters and the settings belong to J.K. Rowling, however the story is my own.

WARNING: This story contains adult scenes and situations which may offend some people, including slash, minor (16y.o) sex, rape and swearing.


Chapter 9: Pain and Comfort.

\"FUCK! I HATE HIM! I HATE HIM! I HATE HIM!\" He was screaming at the top of his lungs, punctuating each \'hate\' by slamming his knuckles into the stone wall, the physical pain lost in the immensity of the emotional agony that was tearing through him. Tears ran down his face, and he didn\'t know or care whether they were tears of anger or loss. He kicked and punched the uncaring wall, screaming and crying, finally turning and running, the echoes of his own screams chasing him all the way to the Gryffindor common room, which he passed through without slowing, going straight to his dorm without seeing anything. Thankfully it was empty and he fell onto his bed, sobs tearing at his chest, aching in his throat. Again and again he chanted under his breath \"I hate him I hate him I hate him, god\'s I hate him so much.\"

He barely felt the mattress move, but the hand on his shoulder shook him out of his personal hell long enough to look up at Hermione. She looked scared. He wasn\'t sure why.

\"Are you ok?\" She leant down, her arms encircling him, drawing him into a warm hug and he clung to her, hearing himself still sobbing but not being able to stop. Hermione was silent, just holding him and letting him cry. Eventually he got a hold of himself.

\"Thanks, I\'ll be ok,\" he sat up.

\"Harry, your hand!\" he looked down, the knuckles of his right hand were swollen and blue, the two last knuckles pushed back almost to his wrist. At the same time he felt the hot aching pain of it.

\"Come on, I\'ll take you to Madame Pomfrey.\"

\"No, I can\'t. I can\'t see anyone.\"

\"Hmmm…\" the sound came from the door, making them both look up quickly. Ron stared back at them, looking guilty but defiant. \"Hermione you know a bone mending spell don\'t you?\" He walked in and sat down on the edge of the bed, not quite meeting Harry\'s eyes.

\"Well, I\'m not sure it\'s…\"

\"I trust you Hermione, you never get a spell wrong!\" Harry spoke quickly, the flush spread up her cheeks but she leant over his hand, pulling her wand out of her pocket. She whispered a few words, giving her wand a gentle looking twirl over the swollen knuckles. Immediately Harry felt his hand start to burn, the heat spreading up his arm, it didn\'t exactly hurt, but the sensation was extremely unpleasant, he felt the bones start to move, saw them sliding back up to their original position under his bruised skin. As the heat finally faded he let out the breath he didn\'t know he\'d been holding, \"thanks Hermione.\" They both turned to look at Ron, whose face, paled after watching Harry\'s hand being healed, slowly went red.

He looked up, meeting Harry\'s eyes for the first time in weeks. \"Sorry. I\'m sorry Harry, I shoulda been there for you mate.\"

\"That’s ok. I understand completely, probably would have reacted the same way if you suddenly developed a relationship with someone as disgusting as Snape.\" He smiled weakly, feeling suddenly like crying again.

\"But you better talk to Ginny mate, or I really will hate you.\" The words were said jokingly, but Harry heard the undercurrent of seriousness and knew Ron really was worried about his little sister. He felt a wave of guilt.

There was an awkward silence for a minute before Hermione spoke again; \"err… so what happened? To your hand? And… well, why do you hate him, again?\"

His head spun and he felt like disappearing into the ground. The happiness he\'d felt at having Ron back as his friend faded and he just wished they\'d leave him alone.

They were watching him, and he knew they wouldn\'t leave without an answer. \"Well I guess… we kinda… broke up.\"

\"So he broke your hand?\" Ron exploded, his face going red again.

\"NO! I um… punched a wall.\" He stared at the ground, embarrassed.

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Snape lay in bed, the room spun around him; he couldn\'t believe what he\'d done. Why? Why did he do it? It was like something inside him just didn\'t want to be happy. Happy? Yeah, happy until Dumbledore or Voldemort finally got an idea of what was going on! Then what? A vision of dark hair, spread against the ground, the muscular young body surrounded by the green glow of death entered his head. No! Snape worked alone. It was better this way.

\"Shit!\" he stood up and stripped, climbing into the shower, trying to ignore the urge to go find the boy. He skipped breakfast. It was Saturday so if he took meals in his rooms he would be able to avoid seeing him for 2 whole days. Until the Monday potions class, a traitorous corner of his mind whispered.

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Harry looked into the gold flecked eyes, so like Ron\'s, but softer somehow, sweeter. \"Ginny? Can I talk to you for a sec?\" She studied him, and for a second he hoped she might refuse, but then she nodded, turning and leading him to an empty classroom.

She sat on a desk, staring at him. She was not going to make this easier. But he supposed he deserved it.

\"I\'m really sorry Ginny. I never meant to be unfair to you… but so much has happened, and now… well I just don\'t feel like I used to. It\'s just different. You will always be a special friend…\" He stopped as he seen the gorgeous eyes fill with tears, the smooth face, as white and soft as Ron\'s but without the freckles, collapsing in on itself. He held her then, feeling tears fill his own eyes, both crying for what would never be.

Suddenly he felt soft wet lips, salty with tears, close on his own. The kisses were soft and desperate. And so sweet and warm, so safe and comfortable feeling. This was Ginny, he knew Ginny, she loved him, she would never hurt him. He kissed her back, feeling the small tongue slip inside his mouth. She grabbed at his robes, pulling them over his head.

\"Ginny! We can\'t do this!\" He was shocked, and while he felt his own desire filling him, telling him to take her, not to worry about tomorrow, part of him protested, this was wrong. He didn\'t love her, this would never be right. This was someone he respected and loved like a sister. He couldn\'t use her like this.

\"Please Harry, I know I\'ve lost you. But I want this. I\'ve always wanted this, and I think you do too…\" he felt her hand close around his cock, squeezing suggestively. God\'s, when did she get so… so sexy?

He groaned, leaning forward, kissing her deeply. He felt her move, stop kissing him for a moment while her own robe came off. Underneath she was naked. He had never seen a naked woman before. She was so curvy, much softer and rounder than she looked under her school robes, or even the jeans and shirt he\'d seen her in at the burrow. She pulled him backwards, finding a desk to lay back on. She pulled him down on top of her. Her skin was so soft, so much softer then he\'d ever imagined, softer than Snape\'s; he closed out all thought of the man as he kissed her again, feeling her body rise up to meet him, hearing her breathing getting ragged and loud in his ears. She was beautiful. He\'d always known it on aesthetic plane, but now her beauty surrounded him, sucked him down, making his head spin. God\'s she was beautiful.

Her scent encircled him, her breath swam about his head, and her hands explored him, travelling all over, fingernails scaping across his pelvis bone, across his chest, everywhere. He couldn\'t think, he couldn\'t breathe, she was everywhere, she was everything, nothing else mattered. His hands found her breasts, they were firm and soft at the same time, giving under his hands for a moment before they bounced back elastically. His left hand travelled down, over her stomach before meeting the tight tangle of hair. Under his hand the flaps of skin gave way, giving his exploring fingers access. It was so wet and warm and soft and smooth. His finger slipped inside her, he heard her gasp as his finger moved inside her, pushing up against the inner wall of her vagina. She moved, squirming against him, her nipples grazing his chest, her moans warm in his ears. How could he have wanted Snape? This was so much more real, so much warmer and nicer. Had he really thought he was over this beautiful girl? Her hair smelled of sunlight and magic, the red-gold locks folding up over him, tickling his shoulders, making him want to brush them away at them same time he wanted to draw them around him like a blanket. He slipped inside her, her own warm wetness providing all the lubricant necessary.

He felt the give of the small membrane at the same time he heard her gasp of pain. It was not as immediately tight as he was used too, but instead closed around his cock like a sheath, fitting perfectly. She shivered, pulling him closer, her small body rocking under him, he felt the slickness of her blood sliding between them, but she wouldn\'t let him stop, she pulled at him, moving against him. He came quickly, shuddering, almost immediately her muscles spasmed, he felt her clench around him as she cried out in his ear.

\"I love you Harry\"

\"I love you too.\"

She looked at him for a moment; \"don\'t say that Harry. Don\'t ever say that unless you mean it.\"

\"I…\"

\"Shhh…\" she put her finger to his lips. \"Don\'t talk now, just hold me please.\" And he did.

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Thanks to those who have been reviewing. Hope everyone is still enjoying my story, and hope you\'s don\'t mind my branching out into M/F sex, it just happened and it seemed to fit (the plot bunnies demanded it, they made me do it). Snarry will come back into it, i promise.

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