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You Were the Last High	By : mathblaster Category: Harry Potter > Het - Male/Female Views: 3781 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Chapter List
- 1-You Were the Last High
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Disclaimer - I wish I owned Harry Potter… oh yeah, I don’t own Bright Eyes either… but I wish I did.. Conner Oberst is so pretty…

You Were the Last High

You write such pretordsords

But life's no storybook.

Love's an excuse to get hurt.

And to hurt. Do you like to hurt?

I do, I do.

Then hurt me
~ Lover I don’t Have to Love by Bright Eyes

The only sound in the vacant Potions room was the sound of her expectant hurried breath. Her falsely innocent eyes stared widely at him. He smirked as he pushed her against the wall, his hands restraining hers. He knew that he hadn’t hurt her. She looked delicate, like she would break any second. He knew differently. He was in total control and she knew it. She had given a pitiful plea for him to let go, before becoming lost in the swirling depths of his green eyes. Her own piercing graes hes had become vulnerable, asking him to love her.
In his eyes, she saw how much he wanted her. She saw the lust in his eyes, mixed with something unrecognizable, something forbidden. He continued to stare at her hungrily.
“I’ve waited for this-” railrailed off, bringing down his lips to softly kiss the silky skin on her neck. She closed her eyes in ecstasy, loving the feel of his lips on her. It was tantalizing.
“Too long,” she supplied for him with baited breath. He brought his lips away from her, and smirked so naturally. Her skin screamed for the warmth his lips had brought. He was teasing her, giving her a little then taking it away. He knew that was how she liked it; she liked to work for it.

Her body cried for his touch and she vocalized it by breathily whispering, “James…”
The eighteen year old James Potter continued to smirk. He had her and he knew it. Keeping her hands at bay with his own, he placed small kisses along her jaw, making his way down her neck. He knew he was driving her crazy, the way she squirmed in his arms. He reveled in the fact that he was the only one in control of her pleasure. The thought her of her boyfriend entered his mind, his sexual haze fading rapidly at the thought.
Realizing hever’ver’s mind was elsewhere, she took the moment to take her hands effortlessly out of his. The action brought his attention back to her. She stared at him intently.
He took her hand back into his and let his lips brush her knuckles. “What has got you so preoccupied, love?” she asked softly.
“Lucius.” James replied, malice glinting in eyeseyes.
Her features softened, and her eyes filled with unshed tears. “Don’t think of him.”
James’ jaw was tight as he stared at her. “Narcissa,” he hissed. “You’ve been promised to him.”
Narcissa Black pursed her lips and shook her head. Her expression softened. “Don’t think about it, James. Think about this. Think about us.”
James laughed ruefully. “What is us, Narcissa?”
She looked away and he dropped her hands, crestfallen. All of a sudden the room they occupied was cold. She didn’t remember it being that cold before, but suddenly she felt goose bumps on her skin. James wouldn’t look at her and the sound of his name had brought her down from her sexual high.
James studied her for a moment. She was eighteen, but looked mid-twenties. She was stunning, with the kind of alluring beauty that you just couldn’t leave alone. Her brilliantly blond hair, although messy and unkempt from their romp, was still gorgeous. Her face was a mask of asterster, her every feature looking as if it was carved out of marble; as if she were a Botticelli come alive.
Her normal façade she put up was absent now, in that moment. It was the real Narcissa that had come to him today. She had come to him after their Potions class. She had asked him, no begged him to love her. He couldn’t say no. He just couldn’t resist her. He had sat there, listening to his professor talk, absentmindedly mixing his potion, all the while, watching her, his gaze permanently fixated on her.
Back in the present, he swallowed and reached out a hand to lightly touch her face. She jumped at the motion. Her eyes searched his. “Us is all we’ll make it to be.” she whispered, responding to a question James asked, what had seemed a lifetime ago. “All I know is I want you.” Narcissa murmured, taking his hands in hers and guiding them, letting him feel the curves of her body. Without prompting, James, let his carnal instincts take over, and let his hands feel every curve of Narcissa. He intertwined his fingers with hers, once again regaining control. James had pulled the two together so they almost shared the same breath.
“Tell me where to touch you.” James said huskily, his breath in her ear, making her knees melt. His hands slowly moved up and down her waist, sending shocks of pure electricity up her spine. Lucius had never touched like this. James’ touch was so gentle, filled with a longing that Narcissa could not describe. He guided her hands down her waist again and then put them behind her back as he hungrily kissed her. Narcissa leaned into his touch, letting herself be pushed up against the back wall of the potions room. She’d lost control long ago, and she couldn’t quite bring herself to care as she felt James’ tongue graze against her bottom lip. She tugged lightly on his bottom lip with her teeth and he moaned.
“You drive me mad, Narcissa Black.” he murmuredssinssing her once more, smiling against her mouth. She smiled and broke the kiss, laughing.
“Do I?” she whispered, teasingly. Her hands squirmed in the grip James had on them. He smiled evilly. “I suppose you’ll want those back,” he said placing small kisses on her neck, exerting his power. She laughed, and he could feel her throat vibrate. The motion made James close his eyes in please, which made him relax his grip on Narcissa’s hands. Instantly, they were around his neck, playing with his short hairs.
“Enough talk, Mr. Potter,” Narcissa said, letting a finger trace his lips. Her finger brushed over his lips and he caught her hand with his, delicately kissing each fingertip.
“I want to love you,” he started, his voice cracking with uncharacteristic and uncommon emotion, “I want to love you the way he doesn’t.” Her eyes were locked with his. “And if that means shagging you until you can’t walk, then so be it,” James said with mock exasperation. Narcissa stifled a laugh. Of course, only the infamous James Potter could make a joke at this moment.
She smirked, “Then do it, Mr. Potter. I don’t know what you’re waiting for.” She was used to his comedy and his offbeat humor, and how he would apply it in the most inopportune of moments.
Suddenly there was too much clothing between them. Her hands worked frantically to pull of his robes. He helped her shed the robe she wore, emblazoned with a bold green “S” for the House she inhabited. He let his fingers brush over it for a moment, sinking in the severity of what he was doing. He let his hands roam from her Slytherin robes, to the crisp white shirt she wore under it. Her robe was a puddle of satin on the stone cobbled floor of the Potions room. Her nimble fingers were unbuttoning his shirt slowly. Even as James’ mouth captured hers, she never lost concentration. Once his shirt had fallen to the floor, she ran her hands across his chest. Her hand brushed over the firm muscles he had no doubt gained from playing Quidditch. His hands seized hers once more, guiding them along the front of her shirt. He had her feel the texture of her shirt, the fabric, then the button, the fabric, then button. He slowly let go of Narcissa’s hands and began to undo the top button of her shirt. Narcissa let one hand rest on James’ chest and one on the back of his neck, pushing him closer towards her. His tongue danced across her lips as he slowly undid each button with excruciating precaution.
“James,” she breathed, growing impatient. He smiled, undoing the last button. Her shirt was on the floor within seconds.
His let his hands roam over her chest. Narcissa watched him, silently telling him to continue. He ran his hands along the lines of her bra, following it to her back, where he slowly undid the clasp. Narcissa took the straps off of her shoulders, and melodramatically tossed it to the floor, exposing her breasts.
James let his eyes rest on her chest, the beauty that it was. Her skin was pale, but her nipples were rosy and pink. With her encouraging kisses, he let one hand lightly brush over a rose-colored nipple. He found it suddenly hard. He smiled, holding her breast in his hand, drinking in the feel of it.
He didn’t know what exactly set him off. Was it the feel of Narcissa’s breasts? Maybe it was the way she slid her tongue expertly into his mouth. Perhaps it was the light caress she gave the bulge in his pants… Wher wer what it was that made James Potter push Narcissa Black against the stony wall of his Potions room and reach for her panties, Narcissa was glad it happened. He kissed her with more fervor.
“I… want you… inside me.” she moaned out as his hands traveled farther down her waist, and under her skirt, gripping the soaked cloth. His hand brushed over her womanhood. He smiled as he felt the soaked undergarment.
“Don’t come without me,” he laughed, his mouth capturing hers once again, in a welcome kiss. He gasped in surprise as she reached for the zipper on his trousers and yanked it down fiercely. He saw the control in her eyes, an almost feral look. Her hands traveled down waiswaist, and pulled down the briefs he wore. She glanced down, taking a look at him. He smirked and captured her chin his a hand, bringing her gaze back to him. He kissed her hungrily. She let one hand loosely grip him. The feel of her hand on his sex made him throw back his head in pleasure. Her fingers danced over the sensitive skin, teasing him, taunting him.
“How are we doing this?” she asked, her voice completely calm, as if this was the most regular thing she’d ever done: hold James Potter… and all of James Potter in the middle of a vacant classroom. He saw the smirk she wore, desperately wanting to regain control, wanting to wipe that smug smile off of her face. Fighting back his instincts to let her stroke him, he removed her hand from his sex. He slowly inched the panties down her legs, making her breathing haphazard, driving her crazy. When they reached her ankles, Narcissa kicked them off.
“Right here.” James answered, pulling her closer to him.
“Standing up?” she asked coyly, hint of amusement in her voice.
“If that’s what you wish,” he said, finding himself unable to stop touching her. He planted small kisses onto her neck, then sprea kis kisses along her collarbone. She let out a small laughe bae backed away from the wall, pushing against him, away from the wall he seemed to fond of.
“HonesJameJames,” she said, sounding exasperated now. Now the need was too great. The room was unbearably hot and he kicked off his pants in a hurry. He pushed her forcefully back on the wall, almost knocking the wind out of her. She gasped at his force, but before she could comment on his actions, he hoi her her up quickly and buried himself inside her. Narcissa gave a small scream of pleasure, tilting her head back as far as it would go. He let his head rest in between her breasts. The feel of James inside her and touching her breasts made Narcissa’s senses go wild.

The need to move within her became irresistible. Slowly he bucked his hips. A wave of intense pleasure ran through him. With her encouraging moans, he bucked again. The feel of her skin burned his fingers, but he loved it. He craved it.
“James,” she pleaded breathlessly. That was all he needed to hear, he picked up his rhythm immediately. She wrapped her arms tighter around his neck, as she lifted a leg around his waist, allowing him to get deeper into her. He entered her over and over again, and she bucked her hips in response. The feel of her pushing back against him, her sex gripping his like a warm, wet vice, almost sent him over the edge. Her nails dug into his bare back, and she let her head fall onto his shoulder, as she breathed heavily.
By the way she gripped him, he could tell she was almost there. He plunged deeper inside her, feeing himself almost ready to come as well. He looked at her, feeling oddly ever more turned on by the most ordinary of things. He was getting off on the flush in her cheeks, and the way her pale pink lips offsetting her flushed face. She was beautiful at that moment. One final stroke and James waere,ere, taking Narcissa with him, tumbling over the edge of white-hot bliss. She screamed into his shoulder, hoping it would muffle her. He felt her body collapse onto his, she was now limp in his arms. He squeezed his eyes shit and saw white, his vision not returning until he had long after opened his eyes.
His knees were like jello, and suddenly he fouhat hat he couldn’t keep himself standing up, much less hold up Narcissa. He sunk slowly to the ground, Narcissa in his arms. The room suddenly was absent of its previous warmth. He held onto her, still buried inside her. She had completely collapsed in his arms. Her head rested on his shoulder as he saem bem both on the ground. Lovingly, he pulled out of her. Suddenly paranoid, James grabbed his discarded pants and quickly put them on. Narcissa’s head stayed on his shoulder.
“Leaving?” she asked lethargically. His pace quickened, feeling her warm breath on his ear. He wondered vaguely if she even knew what she did to him. Stealing a look down at her, he realized that there was nothing he’d like more than to stay with her, but they both knew that was impossible. For a moment, she studied the graceful figure in his arms, using his shoulder for a pillow. How he ever had this creature love him, he would never know. He handed her the shirt that had been thrown on the floor what seemed like ages ago. She took it and gracefully put it on. Her gray eyes had a twinge of sadness. His gaze met hers.
“You know I’d stay.” he said, his hand holding her chin, making sure she was looking into his eyes, seeing that he was honest. She smiled half-heartedly.
“Yeah. I know.”
Every worldly task that had ever confronted James Potter seemed easy, effortless, compared to the task of leaving Narcissa alone in the Potions room, knowing this would be the end of their tryst. He would leave this room and the world as he knew it would change. She was promised to Lucius, to be married as soon as she graduated. He let his gaze rest on her, watching her button her shirt back up, and put her robes back on with crisp preciseness. Meanwhile, James had made his way to the Potions door, cautious to leave the room. She paused and looked up through her thick lashes at him. His sparkling green eyes were remorseful. There was nothing he could say now. He bit his lower lip, trying to think of something to say to her. Everything sounded shoddy and trite in his head. Her gray eyes pleaded with him to not to ruin the moment, that anything he said couldn’t possibly embody the passion they both felt. He smiled sadly and nodded, showing her he understood. She got to her feet, walking slowly towards James. When she reached him, she paused ten tentatively placed a small kiss on his cheek, hesitating when she pulled away. She knew they both wanted more, but knew better than to give in. She opened the door to the Potions room.
And Narcissa Black walked out of the life of James Potter forever.

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So there’s an alternate couple for you. Just popped into my head one day… what if James and Narcissa…. Hmmm…

And then this little baby was spawned. Hope you enjoyed.
!~~**The Terrible Monkey King**~~

“Actually it’s just a cheap trinket! But the monkeys seem to like it…”
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