I Hate Everything About You | By : Andiepants Category: Harry Potter > General > General Views: 1608 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0 |
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Author:
Andie Kennedy
Rating:
NC-17
Summary:
Andie is reading in her room when her James comes in, looking for a
little action.
Pairings:
Andie/James, mentions of Andie/Chance
Characters:
Andie, James, a bunch of others
Disclaimer: Don’t own anything Harry Potterish. Or any characters but Andie and James.
Andie was sitting on her bed, back propped
against the headboard, a book laying open in her lap, when James opened the
door to the Ravenclaw girl’s dormitory and slipped inside. Her body tensed as
he locked the door and cast a silencing charm on the room. She watched him as
she closed the book and set it on the nightstand next to her bed.
“James,” she said, forcing herself to half-smile, “what are you doing here?” He
came around the bed and stood beside it before he sat down next to her, placing
his arm on the other side of her waist.
“Can’t a guy come up and visit his girlfriend?”
“You’re not supposed to be up here.” She shivered slightly as he pushed some of
her hair over her shoulder and lightly cupped her cheek.
“It’s just you and me and the doors are locked,” James pointed out. His gaze
traveled down her body and his lips curled with distaste. “You know I don’t
like you wearing those muggle clothes.” His grip tightened slightly on her jaw.
She pretended not to notice.
“I am muggleborn,” Andie muttered, well aware that she was provoking him. He
kissed her full on the lips.
“Don’t remind me,” he said through his teeth, looking into her eyes so that she
wouldn’t miss the hint of threat.
“You’d to best to remember it, James,” she countered, swatting his hand away
from her face. A streak of anger flashed through his eyes and she instantly
regretted her action as he backhanded her hard across the face. She didn’t cry
out. The only reaction she showed was a slight wince, even though she knew it
would piss him off. He liked to know when he’d inflicted pain.
“You shut your mouth,” he ordered, grabbing her by the wrist and twisting her
arm around, pushing it up between her shoulder blades. She whimpered slightly,
squeezing her eyes shut. Andie automatically arched her back, trying to
alleviate the pain in her arm.
James used her motion to his advantage, sliding his free hand under her shirt
and roughly palming her breast. Despite the stab of pleasure that shot through
her as he pinched her nipple, she protested, wishing she’d gotten her bras from
the laundry room earlier.
“James, don’t,” she said, her voice edged slightly with fear. She brought her
free hand up and pushed futilely against his broad chest.
He grinned. It was so cute when she tried to resist. A real turn on.
He crushed his lips down onto hers, moving fully onto the bed and forcing her
thighs apart with his knee. As he stretched out on top of her, her pried her
lips apart, slipping his tongue into the silky heat of her mouth. He
insultingly ravaged her mouth and fondled her breasts, but even with the
offensive undercurrent, it had the desired effect.
Andie writhed underneath him, but after a few moments it became unclear to her
whether she was trying to escape or get closer to him. Eventually, the hand
she’d been using to push him away was snaked around his neck as her tongue
flirted shamelessly with his. Only when he was convinced she wouldn’t fight
back did James release her arm. He broke the kiss, wrenching his mouth from
hers, but not moving back much. Their breath hit each other’s lips in ragged
little pants as she carefully brought her aching arm out from under her.
“You know you shouldn’t make me mad,” he said with an almost apologetic look.
Andie’s gaze hardened at his words and she felt anger well up inside of her.
She shoved at him again, attempting to force him off of her.
“Get away from me,” she ordered firmly. “You pathetic –”
He cut her off before she could finish, fury striking through his eyes once
more and she wondered briefly how she managed to provoke him so much.
James pinned Andie’s wrists to the bed on either side of her waist so that she
couldn’t fight him as he spoke.
“Shut up, you little bitch. You’re nothing but a filthy mudblood whore and
you’ll do what I say when I say it. Do I make myself clear?”
“Crystal,” she whispered softly.
“What was that? I couldn’t hear you,” he said, his gaze belying his statement.
She glared up at him.
“I said ‘Crystal,’ you snobby –” She was cut off once again by another sharp
backhand across the face, and this one did more damage than the last. She
actually felt her bottom lip split open, but before she had any chance to
react, James had snaked his hand under her and grabbed a fistful of her long,
blonde mane.
He yanked Andie up, pulling her shirt off over her head with one quick tug. She
saw a blur of colour in the corner of her eye as it hit the floor and felt a
stab of pain in her scalp as he tugged roughly on her hair to tilt her head
back. Again, his lips were on hers, his tongue sliding over the blood he’d
released. Then his kisses dropped lower, trailing down her neck, then pausing
to let his tongue delve into her clavicle.
She whimpered slightly as his tongue scalded her skin and his fingers stayed
tangled in her hair. James let his lips slip down her chest until his sloppy
kisses breached the swell of her breast. He teased her nipple with his lip as
his fingertips skimmed the hem of her baggy, drawstring pants. As they slipped
past the edge of her panties, she arched into his touch. He mumbled something
against her skin that might have been ‘Good girl,’ but Andie was too dazed to
notice.
His fingers parted her lips and slid easily into her scalding heat as he
applied his tongue to her nipples, grazing the hard peaks with his teeth. She
cursed softly at his combination of actions. Then, to agitate her further, his
thumb flicked over her button as he pulled and pushed his fingers in and out of
her with slow, deliberate strokes. The panties rubbing against the back of his
hand soon became an irritation and he released her hair, instead using his hand
to work her hands down her hips in order to give himself unrestricted access.
Somehow he managed to worm her out of them. Andie slipped her hands under the
collar of his shirt, feeling his smooth, warm skin dance under her fingertips.
James came back up her body, capturing her lips as his hands moved to his own
belt buckle. There was a soft clink as the metal buckle was unclasped and the
deft hiss of a zipper before her hands pushed the pants down fair enough to
release him. He maneuvered into position, placing the tip of his erection at
her opening.
She squirmed with need, but he didn’t move.
“James,” she whined. It was quite enjoyable exercising this much power over
her.
“Tell me what you want,” James murmured against her lips, which were swollen
and damp from his bruising kisses.
“I want you inside me.”
It was twisted, she knew, to want so badly someone who was so awful to her. It
wasn’t even that she enjoyed his company —she didn’t— it was just that the
things he could do to her melted any resolves she may have erected since the
previous time they’d been together.
His hand found Andie’s thigh and he settled it on his hip, the full length if
his erection pressing into the inside of her thigh. Her other leg he slid
farther and farther up his still-clothed body until her knee was hooked over
his shoulder, the underside of her thigh pushing against his chest.
She sighed audibly as James sunk slowly into her heat. The sweet friction the
movement created had her tossing her head from side to side, begging him to
quicken the pace.
He ignored her until Andie clenched her thighs in a way that, as far as he
knew, was totally her own. It was really one of the main reasons he didn’t just
get rid of her. It was taking longer than he’d expected to break her. She was
surprisingly resistant for a mudblood. James leaned forward as far as he could
with her leg resisting the action. Luckily for him, Andie was surprisingly
flexible.
She whimpered softly at the new angle created by the position James had put
them in. His thrusts went deeper, creating a feverish response in her. Her
breathing was frantic as she felt his lips on her neck and his pace quickened
considerably as their climax neared.
His tongue slid over the salty skin just under her ear, feeling her elevated
pulse beating wildly against her skin.
It was obvious how close she was to cuming, but just as obvious that she was
holding back. But, he knew her body and its responses better than she did, so
if she thought that she could make him feel inadequate by avoiding an orgasm,
then she was terribly wrong.
James’s lips found the curve of her neck as his thrusting became increasingly
more intense. Andie barely paid any heed to what his lips were doing until he
sunk his teeth into the flesh of her neck.
She cried out in surprise, arching up as her eyes squeezed shut. The unexpected
stab of pain in the midst of so much pleasure shoved her violently over the
edge she’d been teetering on.
Her muscles contracted around him and he thrust deeply into her, planting
himself into her, planting himself into her as he spilled fluid inside her,
Andie’s body went limp in his arms and James stilled his movement for a few
seconds before pulling back and doing his pants up, letting her leg slide down
his body.
As he slid off the bed, he scooped her clothing off the floor of the dormitory
and tossed them at her. She grabbed them from the air, glaring at him as she
sat up. He gave her a triumphant smirk and blew her a kiss, crossing the room
to the door as she wormed into her clothing once again. James unlocked the door
and took down the silencing charms. He glanced back at her. Andie had finished
dressing and was sitting against the headboard once again, her hand covering
the red teeth marks on her neck.
His smirk widened into a grin.
“Love you, sweetcheeks.”
She flipped him the finger and he only laughed, jerking open the door.
Around five other Ravenclaw girls, (Starla, Ayva, Fox, Kendira and Raven)
hurried into the room, smiling warmly at James as he bowed his head politely at
them.
“Ladies,” he said, bowing out of the room and letting the door slip closed
after him.
Andie said nothing to her friends, instead sliding under the covers and lying
down as the other girls readied for bed.
“Really, Andie, can’t you two get freaky when the rest of us don’t need our
beauty sleep?” Ayva teased lightly, clicking off the light in the room.
Andie didn’t respond as she squirmed further down in her bed, trying her best
not to sniffle loudly as the tears streamed from her eyes.
She didn’t stop crying until she feel asleep.
La Fin
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