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Harry Potter › General
Rating:
Adult +
Chapters:
100
Views:
11,647
Reviews:
52
Recommended:
0
Currently Reading:
0
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Villain
Title: Villain
Author: ianthe_waiting
Rating: T+
Disclaimer: The Harry Potter books and their characters are the property of JK Rowling. This is a work of fan-fiction. No infringement is intended, and no money is being made from this story. I am just borrowing the puppets, but this is my stage.
Genre: Drabble
Warnings: None
Summary: #90 – Villain, how does one play a villain?
Word Count: words.
Author's Notes: Drabble: a slice of fic in less than 1500 words.
Prompt 90 – Villain
I know I am quite the villain, I set myself up to be so.
“You just won’t stop, will you?” she asked me, her face red from anger.
Lily sat upon the step of the Astronomy Tower, and I stood below her, leaning against the wall, my hands shoved into my pockets, gazing down at my scuffed shoes.
“Why should I? Potter and his gang won’t stop either.”
Lily’s hands were clasped before her, her elbows on her knees. If I turned my head just right I can see up her skirt, I do this because she cannot see my eyes through my hair. She wears pink knickers most of the time, but today they are red satin… Lily changes them sometimes, and I know she does this because of James Potter…I know they have started fucking, I can smell him on her. But not today, not yet. For now, I have her to myself.
“The both of you are just…” she hisses in disgust, shaking her head, her dark auburn locks falling about her shoulders.
I lick my lips as she leans back on the step, her elbows resting on the step above her.
“Just what?” I asked softly.
“Stubborn, stupid, I don’t know…” she sighs.
I lift my head to look at her, brushing my hair behind my ear.
Lily looks off into the distance, her green eyes catching the dim light from the torches below. She is so pretty, she has always been pretty to me.
“Why do you like him, Lily. For that matter, why do you keep talking to me?”
My voice is rough as she lets her knees fall open slightly, and I can just see all the way up her inner thighs.
“I like him because he makes me laugh…and I keep talking to you because you are my oldest friend, Sev,” she whispers, her eyes finally meeting mine.
I smirk. “I don’t make you laugh?”
She laughs.
“You do, but…but we have to hide every time we want to talk. It isn’t fair.”
I know....I want to say. If only she was not so pure, and I so much like a villain, maybe we both would have been in Ravenclaw, at the very least.
“I want to be able to walk with you in the corridors. I want to be able to go to Hogsmeade together. I want to be able to laugh with you…” she whispers.
I know.
The Sorting Hat separated us.
I want to tell her that I love her. I want to tell her that I would do anything to make her laugh. I want to tell her that I wanted to be the one whose scent would coat her skin…
“Come here,” she says, her hand out to me.
I can never disobey, and I sit on the step next to her. I stiffen as she leans against me, her arms about me, but slowly I relax as I smell her hair against my cheek, feel her warmth against my right arm. I can even feel her breasts against me…
“To them…to James and others, you are a villain, and I bet that is exactly what you want to be to them. But to me…you are Sev, my oldest and best friend,” she whispers, shifting to that I am forced to raise my arm and curl it about her.
Lily is pressed to my side, her face against my chest, her forehead against my jaw. Slowly, I raise my other hand to touch her hair, and she sighs as I stroke the auburn softness.
How could anyone be so soft?
She tilts her face and presses a kiss into my sunken cheek and I begin to feel my face burn. It was just a friendly peck, something she used to do when we were small, but now it makes me want something more.
I grasp her jaw and kiss her lips, closing my eyes, blocking out any expression of disgust she might make…
Lily kisses me back, and I suddenly find myself touching her.
My fingers skim along the waistband of her skirt as her fingers move along my neck, to my hair. I can taste her mouth, feel her tongue prodding at mine. I can only taste, feel, and smell her…and I want more.
“Snivellus!”
Lily is gone from my side, and I find myself sitting alone on the step, James Potter just below and Lily between us…her face stricken, but her lips swollen.
“You bastard!”
Potter’s wand is drawn, but I sit very still, my gaze moving to Lily as she edges down the steps and away from me.
“What were you doing to Lily?” Potter roars, his hand reaching for Lily.
I say nothing. I cannot understand why Lily looks upon me like I were some disgusting thing…
“She doesn’t want anything to do with you, so you decided to force yourself on her?”
Lily’s face pales, and she opens her mouth to speak, surely to tell Potter he was wrong…
“I should take you to the Headmaster! I’m sure raping a fellow student would get you sent to Azkaban!”
I finally understand. She set me up to play the villain this time.
I stand, smoothing my old, faded robes, but do not pull my wand from my pocket. Potter is seething, his wand following my movement.
To play the villain’s role, I knew I had to arrange my ugly face a bit…and so I do. Sneering, hideous, I grin.
“What would I want with a Mudblood, Potter? Why sully myself with something you have already taken for yourself? I don’t like sloppy seconds,” I growl.
Lily’s face crumbles, and so does a part of me. To play the villain, you have to let parts of yourself die. And so, I do. I know I will lose Lily forever, but I never really had her in the first place…because I was always the villain, and beautiful angels like Lily Evans do not end up with villains.
Author: ianthe_waiting
Rating: T+
Disclaimer: The Harry Potter books and their characters are the property of JK Rowling. This is a work of fan-fiction. No infringement is intended, and no money is being made from this story. I am just borrowing the puppets, but this is my stage.
Genre: Drabble
Warnings: None
Summary: #90 – Villain, how does one play a villain?
Word Count: words.
Author's Notes: Drabble: a slice of fic in less than 1500 words.
Prompt 90 – Villain
I know I am quite the villain, I set myself up to be so.
“You just won’t stop, will you?” she asked me, her face red from anger.
Lily sat upon the step of the Astronomy Tower, and I stood below her, leaning against the wall, my hands shoved into my pockets, gazing down at my scuffed shoes.
“Why should I? Potter and his gang won’t stop either.”
Lily’s hands were clasped before her, her elbows on her knees. If I turned my head just right I can see up her skirt, I do this because she cannot see my eyes through my hair. She wears pink knickers most of the time, but today they are red satin… Lily changes them sometimes, and I know she does this because of James Potter…I know they have started fucking, I can smell him on her. But not today, not yet. For now, I have her to myself.
“The both of you are just…” she hisses in disgust, shaking her head, her dark auburn locks falling about her shoulders.
I lick my lips as she leans back on the step, her elbows resting on the step above her.
“Just what?” I asked softly.
“Stubborn, stupid, I don’t know…” she sighs.
I lift my head to look at her, brushing my hair behind my ear.
Lily looks off into the distance, her green eyes catching the dim light from the torches below. She is so pretty, she has always been pretty to me.
“Why do you like him, Lily. For that matter, why do you keep talking to me?”
My voice is rough as she lets her knees fall open slightly, and I can just see all the way up her inner thighs.
“I like him because he makes me laugh…and I keep talking to you because you are my oldest friend, Sev,” she whispers, her eyes finally meeting mine.
I smirk. “I don’t make you laugh?”
She laughs.
“You do, but…but we have to hide every time we want to talk. It isn’t fair.”
I know....I want to say. If only she was not so pure, and I so much like a villain, maybe we both would have been in Ravenclaw, at the very least.
“I want to be able to walk with you in the corridors. I want to be able to go to Hogsmeade together. I want to be able to laugh with you…” she whispers.
I know.
The Sorting Hat separated us.
I want to tell her that I love her. I want to tell her that I would do anything to make her laugh. I want to tell her that I wanted to be the one whose scent would coat her skin…
“Come here,” she says, her hand out to me.
I can never disobey, and I sit on the step next to her. I stiffen as she leans against me, her arms about me, but slowly I relax as I smell her hair against my cheek, feel her warmth against my right arm. I can even feel her breasts against me…
“To them…to James and others, you are a villain, and I bet that is exactly what you want to be to them. But to me…you are Sev, my oldest and best friend,” she whispers, shifting to that I am forced to raise my arm and curl it about her.
Lily is pressed to my side, her face against my chest, her forehead against my jaw. Slowly, I raise my other hand to touch her hair, and she sighs as I stroke the auburn softness.
How could anyone be so soft?
She tilts her face and presses a kiss into my sunken cheek and I begin to feel my face burn. It was just a friendly peck, something she used to do when we were small, but now it makes me want something more.
I grasp her jaw and kiss her lips, closing my eyes, blocking out any expression of disgust she might make…
Lily kisses me back, and I suddenly find myself touching her.
My fingers skim along the waistband of her skirt as her fingers move along my neck, to my hair. I can taste her mouth, feel her tongue prodding at mine. I can only taste, feel, and smell her…and I want more.
“Snivellus!”
Lily is gone from my side, and I find myself sitting alone on the step, James Potter just below and Lily between us…her face stricken, but her lips swollen.
“You bastard!”
Potter’s wand is drawn, but I sit very still, my gaze moving to Lily as she edges down the steps and away from me.
“What were you doing to Lily?” Potter roars, his hand reaching for Lily.
I say nothing. I cannot understand why Lily looks upon me like I were some disgusting thing…
“She doesn’t want anything to do with you, so you decided to force yourself on her?”
Lily’s face pales, and she opens her mouth to speak, surely to tell Potter he was wrong…
“I should take you to the Headmaster! I’m sure raping a fellow student would get you sent to Azkaban!”
I finally understand. She set me up to play the villain this time.
I stand, smoothing my old, faded robes, but do not pull my wand from my pocket. Potter is seething, his wand following my movement.
To play the villain’s role, I knew I had to arrange my ugly face a bit…and so I do. Sneering, hideous, I grin.
“What would I want with a Mudblood, Potter? Why sully myself with something you have already taken for yourself? I don’t like sloppy seconds,” I growl.
Lily’s face crumbles, and so does a part of me. To play the villain, you have to let parts of yourself die. And so, I do. I know I will lose Lily forever, but I never really had her in the first place…because I was always the villain, and beautiful angels like Lily Evans do not end up with villains.