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Chapter List
- 1-An Alternate Beginning
- 1
Author:
Andie Kennedy

Rating:
NC-17

Summary:
AU. Andie loses her virginity to
Iker.

Pairings:
Andie/Iker

Characters:
Andie, Iker, mentions of James

Disclaimer: Don�t own anything Harry Potterish. Or any characters but Andie.

Note: The TTLG
room is a secret room in Hogwarts that can only be found by falling through a
mirror in the library.

An Alternate Beginning

Andie slammed the door to TTLG. The room
was dark and, as she�d suspected, she didn�t see anyone else in the room. Thank
God. She didn�t think she could have handled explaining why there were tears
streaming steadily from her pained hazel eyes, why her blonde hair was tangled
and messy, why the skin of her cheekbone was swollen and bruised. It was too
much to explain where she�d gotten the injury and then why she stayed with
James. Because she honestly didn�t know.

Sucking in a breath, Andie moved over to the nightstand that contained the
necessities. Bandages, antiseptic, makeup, etc. She was instantly reminded of
the first time she�d angrily yanked it open, fishing for something to bandage
her knuckles with after she�d decked Chance in Madam Puddifoot�s. Back in first
year.

As she reached into the darkness, she pulled out a hairbrush, bringing it to
the top of her head and yanking it brutally through the strands of blonde. She
brushed it roughly, intent on getting it back to its normal soft, touchable
texture.

Finally finishing with the brush, she carelessly threw it back into the drawer
and slammed it shut, instantly crumbling back into tears under the weight of
emotions raging through her body, heart and soul.

She would have collapsed to the floor, but she felt two strong arms wrap around
her slight body and she was pulled into a tight embrace.

Andie sniffed slightly and smelled a rather sexy mixture of spice and licorice.
Her shoulders shook softly as she cried against a smooth, hard chest, digging
her fingers into the fabric covering it. She felt long fingers tenderly push
her hair away from her dace and she looked up, sniffling.

It was Iker. He was so much bigger than her that she really couldn�t help
feeling vulnerable and slightly intimidated, given the state she was in.

�You really are a tall man, aren�t you?� she muttered irrelevantly. Stupid
defense mechanisms. He ignored her, brushing his fingertips over her bruised
cheekbone.

�Are you alright?� he asked softly, looking down at her with a concerned
expression.

�I�m fine,� she assured in a tone equally hushed. She licked her lips
nervously.

�I�m not going to ask you what happened. I know you well enough to know that
you wouldn�t tell me anyway,� Iker murmured, letting one of his hands move to
the small of her back.

What was she supposed to say to that? He was totally right and both of them
knew it.

She let her gaze move over his face, taking in his smooth skin, high cheekbones
and handsome features. Andie looked into his piercing blue eyes and was a bit
startled by the flash of lust that struck quickly through his gaze. She inhaled
sharply.

�Iker�� she started, but she was cut off by a pair of firm lips pressing
heatedly against hers. She gasped lightly against his lips as her left hand
slid into his hair, a colour blonder and more whitish than her long, golden
strands. Her right hand worked its way up his chest, over his shoulder and
under the collar of his shirt, sliding easily against the warm, smooth toned
muscles of his back.

Andie barely felt Iker�s fingers against her lower back, pushing her body up
against his. His hard, lean, strong body. An explosion of heat erupted when his
hand slid under the hem of her sweater, bare skin against bare skin. The
sensation was delicious, the passion new and unexplored.

The idea that what they were doing was remotely strange never entered their
thoughts, no one considering James or his opinion. All either of them knew was
the harsh breathing, fleeting touches and fiery passion created by
circumstance.

Iker�s hands found the edge of her sweater and she raised her arms as he lifted
the shirt up over her head. They met for another leisurely kiss as his hands
grasped her wrists lightly above their heads, trailing easily down her forearms,
following the crooks of her elbows and sliding their way to her torso. Andie
lightly dragged her tongue over his lower lip and he groaned as his thumb
traced her bare collar bone. His traveling digit continued on, gliding over her
smooth, milky shoulder and under the satin strap of her royal blue bra.

Andie hesitated for a moment before removing Iker�s hand from her shoulder and
placing it on her small, pert breast. His fingertips traced the edge of the
satin cup that held it. She shivered lightly as he pressed his lips to the
curve of her neck, nibbling his way up to the space just below her earlobe.

She pulled slowly away from him, breathing heavily, and his expression turned
to one of a type of lusty confusion. Andie gave him a nervous half-smile and
took his hand, leading Iker slowly toward the king size bed conveniently
provided by the TTLG room for the illicit purposes of the room�s occupants
generations before they were born.

Andie stopped at the side of the bed, turning to face Iker. She let her hazel
gaze flicker up to his intense green eyes as she raised her hands to the first
button on his shirt. She could almost feel him watching her as her fingers
attempted to force the slippery buttons through the holes, biting her tongue in
concentration. She frowned as she the buttons repeatedly slipped through her
fingers.

�This is harder than it looks,� she muttered to Iker. �Why didn�t you tell me
taking off your shirt would require so much effort?�

Before he responded, Iker used his hands to cover hers, which were considerably
smaller. She looked up at him questioningly.

�Are you sure you want to do this?� he asked suddenly. Before she�d even opened
her mouth to respond, he�d continued. �If you want to stop, I�ll completely
understand,� he assured.

Silence fell on them and his hands fell to her waist as she brought herself to
her tip toes and kissed him softly, letting her actions speak for her. Iker
deepened the kiss and she dug her fingers into the fabric of his shirt. Then,
before he�d realized what had happened, Andie had given a firm tug on the
fabric, sending buttons pinging off the furniture. She pushed the shirt off his
shoulders and it slid to the floor, pooling around their feet.

He pulled back again, letting his thumb play along her jaw line.

�I don�t have my wand with me. I can�t do the Protection Charm.�

�It�s okay; I�m on muggle birth control.� She tilted her head to look at him.
�Are you sure you want to do this?�

�Yes,� he said instantly, pulling her hard up against him and burying his face
in her neck. �God, yes.�

Her eyelids fluttered closed and Andie smoothed her hands over the taught skin
of his chest. Iker�s teeth lightly nibbled on her neck, eliciting tingles of
pleasure between her shoulder blades and down her spine. Then she felt his
knuckles brush the skin just below her navel and there was a light tug on her
jeans. Then the denim was being pushed down her legs to the floor and she
stepped out of them. His lips once again found hers as her hands landed at his
belt buckle. She fumbled with the clasp for a moment before she managed to undo
it and move on to the button of his pants. Then she slowly pulled the zipper
down over his now-prominent erection. When the fabric slid down his narrow
hips, Andie looked back over her shoulder at the bed. Iker took the hint and
lifted back the covers, allowing her to slide beneath them. She moved into the
middle of the gigantic bed and he followed her between the sheets.

As he held himself above her, looking down into her eyes, her hands moved to
the edge of his boxers as his fingers crept under her to fiddle with the clasp
of her bra. She brought her knees up to toe the boxers down his legs and her
bra dropped to the ground.

Iker moved back a little bit, moving his hands between their bodies to rid her
of her last scrap of clothing. His gaze followed his fingers, trailing down the
valley between her breasts to her navel, and then down her abdomen to the
elasticized hem of her panties. Quite suddenly, he snorted with laughter. Andie
frowned slightly.

�What is so funny?�

�It says �Friday� on your panties,� he muttered.

�Yes, it does,� Andie confirmed, smiling.

�It�s Tuesday,� he continued.

�So?� she countered, her grin widening.

Iker smirked instead of responding and hooked his fingertips under the hem of
the fabric, pulling it down over her hips. Once the panties were discarded, he
ducked his head and kissed her ardently. She arched her body up against him as
his hand pressed against her aching breast. His thumb flicked over her nipple
and she inhaled sharply against his lips as his tongue slid into her mouth,
flirting with her own. Then he moved his hand down her body and between her
thighs, gently feeling her damp warmth.

�Iker,� she breathed. He pulled back a tiny bit, running his fingers through
her hair as he looked down at her.

�Hmm?�

�I want you.�

He moved his hand to the Ravenclaw girl�s leg, sliding it up and propping it on
his hip as he positioned himself at her entrance. Then he took her hands in
his, entwining their fingers together and pressing them into the pillow on
either side of her head. His green eyes studied her hazel gaze slowly.

�And you�re absolutely sure�� She cut him off.

�Yes, Iker, I�m sure,� she insisted impatiently. He smiled softly and thrust
into her quickly.

She cried out at the initial penetration as an intense pain stabbed through her
body, bringing tears to her eyes. He stilled his movement, letting her get used
to the feel of him inside her as she fiercely tightened her grip on his hands.

Andie forced her eyes open, not having realized she�d closed them. She took a
deep breath.

�Are you okay?� he asked, his expression portraying concern. Her face was pale
with pain.

�I�m fine,� she replied after a moment. He kissed her quickly.

�Liar.�

Then he started moving again, pulling out of her and pushing back in again. His
pace was slow and careful in a manner calculated to minimize any pain. Iker�s
strokes were deliberate and, although the sensation was not altogether
unpleasant, Andie still wasn�t used to it. It was strange and new. Different
than the feeling of long fingers stroking a reaction from her.

After what seemed like an eternity she saw a muscle in his jaw tense and knew
that he was nearing his climax. It wasn�t as though she�d expected one. She�d
read enough to know that there rarely was a female orgasm the first time.

He dropped his forehead to the pillow between her ear and their hands. She
could feel the short puffs of heat created by his ragged breathing on her neck.

�God, Andie,� he choked out. Then Iker kissed her desperately, giving one final
thrust before he came. His tongue delving into Andie�s mouth was symbolic as he
ejaculated into her before collapsing on top of her, his body spent.

They unclasped their hands and he rolled off of her after taking a few deep
breaths. She tossed her arm over her forehead, pushing her hair back and wiping
perspiration from her brow. They lay in silence for a few minutes, the only
noise their breathing as it regulated.

Quite suddenly, Andie shoved off the covers of the bed and slid off the
mattress, searching for her clothes. She could feel Iker�s gaze on her as she
slid into her panties and bra, followed by her jeans. Then she moved across the
room, picking her sweater up off the floor and turning it right-side-in.

Keeping her back to him, she spoke as she pushed her arms into the sleeves.

�Look, Iker��

�I know. It was just a one-time thing brought about by an intense, sexy, crying
situation,� he interrupted from the bed. She didn�t move for a moment, but then
pulled the sweater on over her head.

�Thanks,� was her only reply as she lifted her hair out from under the collar
of her shirt before crossing the room and slipping out the door.

La Fin
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