The Worst Thing I Could Do | By : Andiepants Category: Harry Potter > General > General Views: 925 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0 |
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Author:
Andie Kennedy
Rating:
NC-17
Summary: Andie
and Chance have a run in before the grad dance.
Pairings: Andie/Chance,
mention of others
Characters:
Andie and Chance
Disclaimer: Don’t own anything Harry Potterish. Or any characters but Andie and James.
Andie smiled
easily as she shook Professor Dumbledore’s hand, her other fist lightly
grasping her rolled Hogwarts diploma.
“Congratulations, Miss Kennedy,” he said benevolently to her and she nodded,
moving off the platform and taking her seat between Ayva and Starla.
She was vaguely aware of the other two girls speaking, but she was on a totally
different planet, reflecting on the past seven years.
So sometimes Hogwarts hadn’t been the greatest, but it was home. And since
she’d ditched James, she’d been much happier. She couldn’t help but twist
around in her seat and glance at him.
Not surprisingly, he was glaring right back at her. Next to him was a bulky
girl who must have been twice his size and Andie got the distinct impression
that he was her bitch. She snorted with laughter and blew him a kiss, causing
him to flip her off. She only laughed again and turned back around.
When the ceremony concluded and the students began to get up and move back to
their dorms, where they would change for the dance-half of the graduation
proceedings, Andie hung back a little.
It didn’t take her long to get ready and she figured she’d let the traffic
congestion die down before she attempted to make her way to the Ravenclaw
common room.
The Great Hall had cleared out almost completely, save the teachers and a few
kids she didn’t really know.
Finally, she pushed open the heavy wooden doors and exited the hall. The
entrance hall was empty as well, her footsteps echoing off the floor as she
walked.
Andie climbed a staircase and turned a corner before she ran into a brick wall.
Or, more accurately, Chance Carter.
She almost fell over, but he snaked his hand out and grabbed her by the elbow,
steadying her.
“Watch where you’re going,” he muttered to her. She yanked her arm away and
glared at him. He was fully dressed in a tuxedo and was looking rather
gorgeous. Not that she’d admit it. Ever.
“You’re dressed already?” she asked incredulously.
“I’m always dressed before my date,” he announced, straightening his tie. She
arched an eyebrow.
“Who is?”
“Kennyon.” She scoffed.
“Figures.” Chance glared down at her.
“And who’re you going with? Sorderstorm? I know he asked you.” Andie rolled her
eyes.
“I told him, and everyone else who asked me, that I preferred to come alone.
That’s still the case.”
That was true. She’d sworn off men since James. At least for a little while.
He smirked and folded his arms over his chest.
“Oh, so now you’re too good for male company?”
She knew that Chance was baiting her, but she didn’t care. It was way too much
fun insulting him.
“No, I just happen to think that most men are arrogant pigs who couldn’t
pleasure a woman if they had a large-print instruction manual.” She looked
pointedly at him and his eyes widened at the jab.
“I can’t pleasure a woman?” he murmured, grabbing her elbow again. “I’ll give
you pleasure…”
Then he roughly yanked her across the hall and ripped open a door, shoving her
into a dark closet.
Her back hit a wooden shelf with force, knocking the wind out of her. The door
slammed shut, shrouding them in darkness as his lips came down on hers, hard.
Before she knew it, her arms were around his neck, his hands squeezing her waist.
His lips forced hers open, his tongue sweeping the inside of her mouth deftly
as he pressed his body flush against hers, soft against hard, heat against
heat.
Chance groaned as Andie rolled her hips against him, his tongue sliding over
the roof of her mouth. She melted against him and wound her fingers in his
cinnamon-coloured hair. He pushed her back against the shelving a little more
and his hands moved from her waist to her ass, squeezing it appreciatively
through her robing. Then his hands slid to the undersides of her thighs and he
dipped slightly to hook his hands under her knees and pull them up until she
was balanced between his body and the wall, all the while being careful not to
break their heated kiss. She loosened his tie.
Her ankles latched around his waist and his fingers crept under her robes,
along her thigh as they wrenched their lips apart, gasping in desperate
breaths.
“Why is it…” Chance panted, “that every time I… see you… we end up… snogging?”
he murmured as his hand slid under her school regulation skirt.
“Habit?” she suggested lightly, deftly unbuttoning his shirt. His fingers
grabbed the hem of her panties and she yanked the rest of his shirt out from
the waistband of his pants. Her eyes hungrily consumed the smooth expanse of
his chest. Then she heard a rip and felt a whoosh of fabric and knew that was
one less pair of panties she owned.
Some nagging part of Andie’s brain reminded her that she was supposed to be
staying away from men, but when she felt his thumb flick over her and she
jerked her hips involuntarily, she wasn’t sure that she cared.
“Chance,” she muttered, “I have to go get ready…”
He maneuvered her hips a bit, stopping just short of actual penetration. That
was the moment she realized that his pants were around his ankles.
“Oh, no, you don’t. You’re not going anywhere, you little cocktease.”
Then his grip on her hips tightened, pulling her down onto him.
She arched her body into him, gasping at the feel of him inside of her. It had
been a while since they’d had sex together. Not since she’d broken up with
James. The bastard got a kick out of watching them together…
“So tight…” he moaned into her shoulder. She shuddered lightly as he lifted her
and then pulled her back down repeatedly. “God, Andie—”
She pressed her fingers against his lips, effectively cutting Chance off.
“Chance, for God’s sake, shut up,” she ordered softly. He smiled against her
fingertips before gently scraping the pads over his teeth.
As he lifted her up the hips once again, he lost his balance and slipped,
falling backward a bit. He shot a hand out and grabbed a shelf, still grasping
her with one hand. The shelf slowed his decent, preventing an injury, but his
back still hit it and he slid down the shelving until he was sitting on the
floor.
For a moment, neither of them moved. Chance was a bit stunned at their new
position, Andie sitting on his lap with her hands on his shoulders. It took him
a few seconds to realize that Andie was laughing softly at him.
“Having some balance issues, are we?” She started laughing again and he bucked
his hips. Andie’s laughter was abruptly choked off by the gasp of pleasure she
gave. He smirked, relishing the realization that he could affect her in such
away and provoke exactly the reactions he was looking for.
She tossed her head back, moaning as she started moving on top of him. James
had rarely let her be on top. Probably one of those creepy control issues he
had. But Chance seemed to like it just fine.
His hands were on her hips, guiding her as she moved. She gave a heady moan at
the delicious friction created by their movements. Somewhere in the back of her
mind, a foreign sound registered.
Footsteps. And laughter.
Frankly, Andie couldn’t have cared less. She scratched her nails down the from
of his chest, leaving angry, red welts. Chance hissed softly in pain and bucked
his hips again in response, knowing what it did to her. She cried out and his
blue eyes, laden with lust, widened. He slapped a hand over her mouth.
“Shh,” he whispered harshly. “They’ll hear you.”
The footsteps were louder now and the laughter distinctively more feminine.
Though her lips were covered, Chance could see the devilish glint in her hazel
eyes and was immediately struck with suspicion.
She clenched her thigh muscles around him and he cursed violently. Andie
smirked against his fingertips. Then she lifted herself up before impaling
herself back on him.
A coil of pressure started to wind inside her, rapidly growing more and more
intense as she moved. Her vision started to blur, her blood pounding in her
ears as she drew closer to her orgasm. She squeezed her eyes shut in
anticipation of their climax.
The footsteps stopped outside the closet door.
She came violently and Chance quickly replaced his fingers with his lips,
smothering her moan of satisfaction with his mouth.
The feel of her muscles contracting around him, pumping him, was too much and
he exploded into her, his tongue sweeping through her mouth as the footsteps
started up again, fading off into the distance.
A few seconds later, Andie broke the kiss, scrambling off of Chance.
There wasn’t any point attempting to put her panties back on. They were
history, And, truthfully, those were the only things she’d managed to remove.
She climbed slowly to her feet, smoothing her skirt over her thighs before
letting her robes fall back into place. Then Andie patted her hair down,
running her fingers through it to get out any tangles she’d acquired.
When Andie was reasonably satisfied that she looked presentable, she opened the
closet door and stepped into the hallway, not bothering to look back and see
what Chance was doing. She didn’t even notice that he was directly behind her
until he spoke in her ear while she was pulling something out of her pocket.
“You’ve always been a decent lay,” he murmured. She jumped, sending whatever
she’d been clutching flying to the ground. He picked it up and looked at it.
“What the hell…?” He frowned at it.
“You made me drop my vitamin E stick,” she whined, trying to grab it from him.
He moved it above her head and smirked down at her.
“Vitamin E stick?”
“I have chapped lips,” she said defensively.
He grabbed her around the waist with one hand, still using the other to hold
the stick over their heads, bringing her up against him. Then he leaned down
slowly and gave her a kiss so soft that Andie would later wonder if it had even
occurred. Then Chance let her go, smirking.
“You’re lips aren’t chapped,” he said.
She gave him a defiant look and jumped up, snatching the vitamin E from his
grasp.
“Well, I did before I put it on.”
“Whatever,” he muttered, still smirking. She rolled her eyes and turned away
from him, preparing to leave. He roughly grabbed her ass through her skirt. She
yelped sharply, jumping away and then stared at him with a what the fuck look.
“Just seeing of that was chapped, too.”
Andie flipped him the finger and he laughed lightly as she hurried off down the
hall to the Ravenclaw dorms to ready for the party.
La Fin
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