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The Grindelwald Legacy	By : ccino49 Category: Harry Potter > Het - Male/Female Views: 7559 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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I own nothing but this sordid little tale. All characters belong to J.K. Rowling. I am not making any money by writing it. I must be insane.

The Grindelwald Legacy

Chapter 48

The young couple leant against each other for a while, foreheads touching, Blaize still regaining his breath. Lucy caressed his back, he caressed her thigh.
�Have you.. How many Lucy, before me I mean?�

�How many for you?� She retorted, expecting the �girls shouldn�t until they�re married speech�, or �only loose girls put out�.
�Seven, eight if you count my first time, but I came before I could get it in.� He admitted with a laugh.
�My first time wasn�t much better, three humps and he was done. All I got was pain and two weeks panicking as I waited for my period to start.�
�How old were you, your first time?�

�What is this twenty questions? Blaize, what difference does it make?�

�None, I was just curious. It�s obvious you know what your doing, I did not mean anything by it.�
�Lets leave it at that then shall we.� Lucy suggested, not wanting this conversation to go any further.
Blaize studied her a moment longer, then began stroking her other thigh, his hands moving higher with each pass. �Lower your hands.� He told her.
�Blaize, not that again. I want to touch you.�

�Too bad, I want you to do what I tell you.� He rose to his knees, pushing her to her back and taking hold of her hands. He held them above her head with one hand as he reached for his wand. The next thing Lucy knew her wrists were bound together. A pleasurable flutter ran through her tummy.
�First time eh.� Blaize stated, noting the way her eyes flashed, how she squirmed slightly when she realised her predicament. �I thought as much, you�re not used to being dominated, which is fine, because I intend to teach you total submission.�
Lucy gasped, feeling guilty for wanting this, at the same time wanting to keep some semblance of control. �I don�t know about total, but I�m willing to give some.�

�That�s the whole idea of total submission Lucy, you do not have a choice.� He chuckled into her ear, as he positioned himself at her entrance. �I decide how deep��..how hard��.how fast�..� Blaize punctuated his words with hard, deep thrusts, his hands clutching her thighs, fingers digging into her flesh hard enough to bruise.
Lucy felt the pain of his grip, the power of his thrusts, and loved it. She loved that he took control, holding her down, forcing her to yield to his will. No one had ever tried to restrain her this way before. She doubted she would have allowed it if they had, but Blaize, even as he told her what he would do, how he would do it, seemed almost to hypnotise her into wanting to give what he demanded from her. Lucy never dreamt she would enjoy being dominated, especially during sex, usually she was the aggressive one, it was the only way she was able to get the rough, aggressive sex she preferred. Now Blaize was giving that to her and she submitted willingly, though she knew she would not do so every time, regardless of what he said.
Blaize took her as hard and thoroughly as he could, his past conquests were nothing compared to the little hellion beneath him. Their last encounter had involved her being the aggressive one, now he felt the need to conquer, to prove his masculinity. His skin dripped with sweat as he worked himself into a frenzy of lust and passion, poling brutally into her depths until checked when their bodies met. He wanted her to cry out, plead with him to stop or slow down, but she did not, she took everything he had to give. Yes she cried out, but with a crazed fervour that begged for more. He was struggling to hold back his own release when she suddenly bit down on his shoulder, not quite drawing blood, but it hurt and he was unable to shake her off as she quaked under him, round him, her inner walls pulsing, tightening. Along with the sound of their bodies slapping together noisily, the squish and squelch of their joining as he moved in and out of her, Blaize was compelled to let go, spiralling over the edge, joining her in that final, perfect moment when the world ceased to exist and nothing and no one mattered but the feeling of absolute ecstasy that flooded them.
Ten minutes later and the couple were snuggled under Blaize�s robe, almost asleep when someone roughly shook Lucy�s shoulder.

�Get up.� Pansy hissed, clutching her dressing gown about her tightly. �It�s almost three thirty and we need to get back to our dorm.� Once she finished saying her piece, Pansy hurried from the common room and down the passage to the dormitory.
Lucy and Blaize both got to their feet, bleary eyed and happily exhausted, they donned what little clothing they had, kissed passionately and whispered goodnight before going their separate ways.
�Thanks for waking me.� Lucy whispered to Pansy before dropping heavily onto her own bed. She was asleep in moments.
It took all she had to drag herself from under the covers on Thursday morning. Daphne called her three times before she eventually grunted and half fell from the comfortable haven.
�What�s up with you? Tracy was about to pour a bucket of water over your head to wake you up. And Pansy was almost as difficult to wake.� Daphne told her as she shoved Lucy towards the bathroom. �Hurry up or you won�t have time for breakfast. We�ll see you down there.�
Lucy staggered into the bathroom and looked at herself in the mirror, then groaned. �Oh, I look like death warmed up.�
�You look it, I feel it.� Pansy mumbled from the other side of the row of sinks.
Lucy peered round the mirror. �You don�t look that much better than me. Hell I�m sore, Blaize was a bit� you know, last night.�

�That�s odd, Draco was too. Normally he�s more careful, slow and gentle.�
Shrugging, Lucy headed for the shower. When her discomfort hadn�t abated even after she finished bathing, she had the presence of mind to will herself comfortable again, then sighed with relief as the incessant ache between her legs disappeared. By the time she�d cleaned her teeth and dressed, she willed away the haggard look on her face and grabbed her bag before running to the Great Hall. She barely had time to snatch a bite of toast and drink a glass of milk when the bell rang for first class and didn�t even notice the resentful glare from Pansy, who was wondering how in Hades Lucy managed to loose that haggard look they both shared in the bathroom.

A quick look at her timetable showed she had arithmancy, even better it was with the sixth years. This was the one subject she�d excelled at during the summer, and even though she was not yet up to sixth year level, Professor Vector was willing to let her join the class, so long as she promised to make up for her shortfall at weekends.
Both Hermione and Draco were in this class and she happily took the empty seat beside Hermione after giving Draco a small wave. Both girls ignored the surprised and hostile looks they received from Gryffindor and Slytherin for sitting together.
�Have you thought any more about what we discussed?� Hermione whispered partway through the lesson. �You know, about the books?�
�No, I was a bit preoccupied last night. I might give it a go at the weekend when I�m at grans. I�ll practice in my room, see if I can manage to copy some of grans books downstairs. I need to make sure I have enough flash drives too. I bought plenty, but there�s like a thousand books in the school library.�
The two witches ceased talking when Professor Vector began explaining the magical connotations of exploiting the number thirteen as described in chapter thirty seven of �Numerology and Grammatica�.
Lucy found herself a bit out of her depth, even with Hermione helping her. In the end she had to admit defeat and tell the Professor she simply could not understand what she was reading.
�Vector though was understanding, and instead discretely set her to read an earlier chapter on the number six, followed by a foot of parchment on it�s association and numerical implication with the number twelve.

The lesson lasted all morning and Lucy was yawning by the time the lunch bell sounded.
Hermione said her goodbyes, then skipped off to Gryffindor tower, Lucy meanwhile trudged down to the dungeons, her feet dragging with every step and Draco joyfully giving her regular pokes to keep her moving.
�If I get a bruise I�m gonna thump you.� She groused without much conviction, yawning all the while.
He smirked. �And if you keep yawning without covering that gaping hole you call a mouth I�m going to end up falling in there.�

�Sod off.� She muttered, then yawned again. �Great, double potions this afternoon. At least I�ve got a free period first, I really need to catch some zz�s or I�ll end up falling asleep in the middle of brewing or something.�
After gobbling down her lunch in double quick time, Lucy dashed back to the dungeons, removed her robes and lay down on her bed, sighing contentedly as she drifted off to sleep.

It seemed as though only seconds passed when Tracy shook her awake.
�Draco told me you needed a wake up call, hurry, you�ve got ten minutes before the bell for next class goes. What have you got?�

�Potions.� Lucy replied, rubbing her eyes sleepily.
�Not too bad then, at least it�s nearby. See ya later, I have to go.�
Lucy was still tired, but felt better once she splashed her face with cold water and brushed her teeth and hair. Grabbing what she need and stuffing everything into her bag, she headed down the corridor to the potions classroom. �Great, second years again.� She mumbled to herself.

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