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Rebellion	By : odd-witch Category: Harry Potter > Het - Male/Female > Scorpius/Rose Views: 7357 -:- Recommendations : 1 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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AN: I inculded the 'rape' tag because under the modern defination it is.
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Waking up with a massive headache, naked in a strange bed, next to an equally naked boy was not something Rose imagined herself ever experiencing. Yet here she was, the only noises she could hear were other people snoring, one sound coming from next to her.
No, no, no, not him, please anyone but him. A quick look to her side confirmed what she already knew, her bedmate had blonde hair and only one Slytherin boy her year had blonde hair, Scorpius Malfoy. What had she been thinking last night? Damn firewhiskey.
Now what? Through the curtains she couldn't even tell the time and the later it was the harder it would be to sneak back to Gryffindor Tower without getting caught. The Slytherin dorms were in the dungeons after all, you'd be hard pressed to find two areas in the school farther apart.
Still though, she needed to think back, try to remember what exactly happened. She supposed it had really started at the beginning of the year, her 5th. Until then she had a been a perfect goody two shoes girl, always obeyed her parents, got good grades, got into no trouble (not even a detention and she could count on one hand the number of times she had lost points for her house), never went out after dinner because she'd either be doing homework or perhaps playing a wholesome game or two with her family members or housemates. This year however she wanted more, to stretch her wings, to see what life had to offer besides merely studying.
But she tried to leap where she should have taken a few small steps, fell in with a new crowd, and done things she'd probably regret later but so far, at least until this, nothing had been too major. Her parents naturally did not approve but this merely served to drive her forward quicker, each howler only strengthened her resolve. She had picked up smoking for a few months, sneaking off between classes to puff away wherever she and the others could find an unwatched place, but eventually quit when it lost its novelty and shock value. Dying her hair was next, it had started a part of a Halloween costume, her ginger hair turned bright blood red and purple. She had kept it after Halloween though, and given the ease in which magical dye could be applied and removed, changed it several different times.
Right now it was blue and white, matching the cold December weather. A blue lock of it was blocking her left eye and she quickly pulled it back behind her ear. Rose heard another in the room with her give a snort and it reminded her that she needed to leave, now, and think about her life later.
Ever so slowly she pulled back the curtains, luckily being able to see an alarm clock from her angle, it read just a little after four and now would be the best time to leave, when most everyone was still asleep. She made to get up, pulling the covers off but careful not to wake her bed partner, not that she cared about him just so that she wouldn't have to deal with him right now.
It was freezing outside the covers, but it served to jar her fully awake. Hopefully her clothes would be easy to find and none of the other boys in the room had taken anything as a souvenir, or worse one would wake up and see her naked. At least she had her socks on still, she dared not think about how cold the floor was. She was almost sick as saw her kickers laying haphazardly on the floor, half under the bed and near the foot where they had been ripped off in drunken passion, or what passed for it.
Rose hissed as she pulled up the cold fabric, still though at least that area was covered. She located her pants next, laying in a heap, mixed in with his clothes, notably his pants and boxers. Had she really hastily pulled them off like she remembered doing, was she that eager to get what was beneath them? She managed to separate hers from his and pulled them up as well. They were also cold but that was the least of her worries.
She hadn't worn a bra last night, it was her choice to have done so. It was just a party and she thought she had looked so sexy without one, what with her perky nipples poking through her white shirt in the cold. She loved to tease boys now, where before she never really considered them as anything more than fellow students, besides a few small crushes on attractive boys above her year. She had gotten her first boyfriend this year and had went through four of them already. The last one cheated on her and it had really hurt, teasing other boys like that brought up her self confidence, loving the lustful looks they gave her and replying coyly at their propositions; she never took one up on it though. Until last night.
Her shirt was on the floor next to the cold stove, no one had lit it, it seemed. It was dirty but she ignored it and slipped it over her head, at last covered from any eyes that might be watching. Her shoes were also nearby, she slipped into them but having no time nor the place to tie them immediately headed for the door.
Their common room reeked of vomit and empty bottles littered the floor, clearly the party had continued after her and Malfoy had left for 'privacy'. Thankfully it was empty of people, no one having passed out on a couch, chair or on the floor.
She left soon after, hoping she would not run into any professor or Filch; this would be mightily hard to explain, even though since Term ended yesterday there was no curfew in effect. She also really had to pee, it was what woke her up, but it was too risky to use the bathroom in the Slytherin dorm, one of them might have seen her or be woken up by the sound. She just passed a girl's restroom but dared not enter it, her new friends having told her that since they were a common target for couples sneaking out in the night they were spelled to let the administration know if someone entered them after hours.
She was lucky, the corridors were quiet and deserted. She tapped on the Fat Lady's portrait to wake her up. She was not pleased, and chastised Rose for being out so late, and looking so 'trampy'. Eventually she relented and let Rose it, the girl making a beeline for the girls' stair.
The light of the bathroom hurt her eyes and made her headache worse but at least it was warmer in here, heat coming through from the stove in the bedroom that at least her dorm mates remembered to light. She sighed in relief as she emptied her bladder but soon noticed the crust on her inner thighs with disgust, knowing what was the cause of it, and giving her another thing to hate Malfoy for.
A thought struck her then, she had left her wand back at the tower (it was hard to be sexy with a piece of wood sticking out of your pants) and since what happened was most definitely not planned, then a certain very important charm was probably missed. Sure he might have casted the male version on himself but she wasn't about to trust him in that manner, luckily her version of said charm could be cast with full effect up to six hours after sex.
She almost tripped as she got up from the toilet, barely pulling her pants back up before moving as quick as she could to her dresser where her wand was sitting, leaving the toilet unflushed but didn't care. She looked at the clock, her and Malfoy had went to do the deed around eleven so she still had time to spare. She calmed herself, it would not do good to mess up this charm, far more important than anything on her O.W.Ls.
She lifted up her shit and pressed the wand to her lower tummy, just above her pants. This was the first time she was doing the spell for real, the other times had just been practice. she focused, said the incantation and watched her belly glow in green, feeling untold relief at the sight. (seeing red would mean that it was too late) She collapsed onto her bed, the scare having drained almost all of her energy. If she hadn't woke up when she did.... Before she knew it she had started to cry.
Memories and tears flooded her, doing her best to keep the volume down to avoid waking her dorm mates and former friends that she snubbed to make new ones (older girls and those from other houses, mainly Slytherin); she had been mean and catty to them for no reason only because her new friends were like that.
Her friends had invited her to the Slytherin End of Term Party (Gryffindor had no such thing) and she had accepted obviously. Mainly because the day before she had gotten another letter from her parents, telling her that they were planning on not letting her return to school for the next term unless she straightened up. More than likely they were bluffing but it still made her mad. Mad enough to do something stupid.
She had gotten herself dolled up, lathering makeup onto her face and applying so much perfume it made her eyes water. She dressed as skimpily as the temperature would allow, intent on blowing off as much steam as possible by teasing as many boys as possible.
She arrived at the party and started drinking, this was old stuff to her by now so she started hard and fast. The music played and she danced with a few blokes but nothing came of that. Then her ex-boyfriend showed up with the 6th year Ravenclaw he had cheated with, even though by then she felt nothing but contempt for the bastard it still hurt her.
Malfoy entered the picture then, like a wolf sensing vulnerable prey. He was just like her parents' stories of his father, arrogant and pompous, rude and brash, still believed in pure-blood supremacy, quite frankly a grade one arsehole but unlike his father he had the talent both athletically and academically to back it up. Her change had no effect on her hating him.
Except this time he was nice to her, complementing her about everything from her looks to her brains, listening to her babble on and always getting her more to drink. She had accepted and believed those honeyed words without a second thought. Looking back she could see what an idiot she was but firewhiskey does tend to do that.
Her ex was soon making out with his new girlfriend in full view of everyone, sending pangs of jealously and hurt through her heart. She remembered then that Malfoy and her ex hated each other over Qudditch (her ex was from Hufflepuff and played for the team while Malfoy played for his, the two were almost constantly close to blows)
Rose in the present recoiled with disgust as she remembered that she had kissed him first, her idea quite simple to understand, make her ex jealous over seeing her snog Malfoy. As the made out she thought of another idea, what better way to hurt her father than to snog (or do maybe more) with Malfoy? It was mean and petty but it made perfect sense to intoxicated Rose.
He initiated the next part as they grinded together, their clothed bodies imitating the act they would perform soon after. Hands wandered, he was touching her breasts and butt, she was openly stroking his erection through his trousers. "Wanna shag?" He had asked simply and bluntly, she merely moaned in reply.
She followed him to his dorm without question or pause, lust and alcohol having clouded her brain. Shagging Malfoy would devastate her father, she knew it and she needed that ace in the hole. Clothes came off, he ripping off her shirt first as he led them back toward his bed. He grouped her breasts, while her hands played with trousers, making quick work them, yanking them down with his boxers and allowing her to see his cock.
It wasn't the first one she'd seen or felt. She'd been sexually active with her previous boyfriends but never went all the way with them, that fact lost to her intoxicated self. He did the same to her pants, pulling them down but left her soaked knickers in place.
Rose gave a small sob as she remembered dropping to her knees in front of that bastard, his cock taking up nearly her entire vision. While she had done that with two of four boyfriends she was never very fond of it and always had to be prodded first.
She could remember the taste of his skin, sweat and copious amounts of pre he was producing, if she concentrated she could hear the slobbering sounds she made as she bobbed her head along with his moaned encouragements.
At least he warned her before he came in her mouth. His cum didn't taste any different from her two comparisons but still remembering the texture on her tongue made her skin crawl. She didn't think she'd ever forget his shit eating grin after he realized she swallowed. Doing that for her boyfriend was one thing, doing it for Malfoy was different but then it was all the same.
He wouldn't kiss her anymore after that, something that the Rose laying on her bed was grateful for. After recovering and moving a few paces to get the blood flowing again he slipped a finger into her knickers and yanked them down, exposing her most private of places to him.
He tried to finger her next, sliding his digits in her wet folds. It was clear even to her then that this was not for her pleasure or benefit but merely something to occupy him until he was hard again. At least her past boyfriends had actually attempted to make her feel good, all he did was poke around, occasionally entering a finger into her or brushing against her cilt.
The next thing Rose remembered was being pushed back onto the bed, a look between his legs confirmed that he was ready for the main act. He allowed her to get comfortable while he removed his shirt.
She almost wished she had been a passive partner, but as she thought back it was clear that at the time she wanted everything she was getting. He teased her before they began, rubbing himself in her folds; she had begged him to get on with it, arching her back and pushing against his cock in an attempt to get it inside. Eventually he stopped teasing and granted her wish.
At least he didn't know that he was her first, having taken her hymen herself while masturbating with a conjured toy earlier this year. He pounded her hard, it had stung slightly as her pussy stretched to accommodate his cock but started to love the sensation of being full. She had moaned her enjoyment all the while, wrapping her legs around his waist and her arms around his back, holding him close to her as he thrust away.
They had changed positions after a bit, she wasn't sure who initiated it. She remembered looking down on him as she rode his cock, her inebriated state and inexperience causing her to slip him out several times by mistake and reposition herself to continue. While she did that Malfoy actually started to rub her cilt with his thumb, sending waves of pleasure through her body.
It made her sick to know she came for him, moaning like a two Knut whore. What happened after was worse, after her return from orgasm she remembered seeing his face screw up in pleasure, following by grunting as he used his hands to hold her down on him, his cock spurting the wet heat of his cum deep inside her. She relished it at the time, telling her father about that just might give him a heart attack. Any thoughts to the consequences of her actions were lost on her.
Well that was that, her first time given to a boy she hated and would no doubt brag about it. It would get back to her family eventually through her cousins and brother as the rumor spread; she could always deny it of course, claim he was simply making stuff up. It didn't matter though, she knew it was true. Her head still hurt and she was getting tired again. Her tears were almost gone as she got under the covers and allowed herself to fall asleep, still dressed.
Rose woke again a few hours later, judging by her clock around 9am. Her roommates had already left for breakfast and to enjoy the last day here before the train tomorrow. Her hangover was in full force, the headache having seemingly doubled and her mouth felt like she had swallowed sand. Still though for the first time in many days her thoughts were clear.
After getting a drink of water to help her throat and quickly removing the remaining makeup with a charm, she grabbed what she needed for a shower, she stuck of sweat and the mixing of her perfume and his cologne. As the water started she set all of her bottles on the shelf, body wash, shampoo, conditioner, and finally magical dye remover.
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