Harry Potter - Series Fan Fiction ❯ Blood and Velvet ❯ The Opening Act ( Chapter 1 )

[ X - Adult: No readers under 18. Contains Graphic Adult Themes/Extreme violence. ]

The world, when her eyes opened, was a blurry haze. Shades of marcacite, deepest blues, and darkest black. She lay there for a moment, slowly letting her body regain awareness and recover the ability to move.

She very much wished she hadn't as her muscles protested. She blinked, and the room cleared, righting itself and gaining definition.

She had no idea where she was…

That was a bit frightening. The bed she lay on-

BED??!!

She shook her head.

The bed was absolutely huge. The sheets were the deepest shades of shimmering blue silk, like floating in the middle of a lake at midnight. Mounds of black velvet comforter buried her in warmth, the drapes around the bed matching. The pillows she lay on were a dark silvery color, soft and silky under her cheek.

She moved again, and her legs cramped painfully. What was wrong?

Then she froze. The sheets slid over her skin. Her very bare skin.

Oh god…what had she done?

Carefully climbing down from the bed, Ginny slowly looked about the room and discovered to her relief that she was alone. Her thighs spasm'd. So did something else.

She hissed through her teeth as muscles that she'd never felt before screamed in agony. It felt as if she'd been seared from within by the way her insides burned.

Well, there it was.

She was no longer a virgin. She would have stopped to mourn her stupidity, but she wanted to get out of there before whoever it was she'd…slept with…returned. Time for that later.

Carefully avoiding looking at the full length mirror, she found her clothes in a pile on the floor at the foot of the bed. They were badly rumpled but she threw them on then slowly opened the door, peeked out to make sure no one was looking, and hurried out.

Easing down a dark corridor, she discovered that she was in the lower dungeons. This was just getting worse by the moment.

She carefully tucked her long, pale strawberry-blonde hair down the back of her robes, and pulled up the hood. That was the best she could do, she supposed.

She felt a bit numb. Faintly chilled.

She shook it off. She could think about it later.

Right now, she needed to get back to her room, before her brother discovered that she'd not been there last night. She bit her lip to keep from whimpering with every step and raced up the back stairs towards the Tower.

What time was it? For that matter, what day was it?

Just then, the clock struck five, and she gasped, racing toward the portrait. The fat lady sleepily greeted her, opening for her, though never truly waking.

Ginny sighed with relief as she ran up the stairs toward the girl's dorms and opened the door. She tiptoed in, careful not to wake her roommates.

She finally got herself settled in her bed, the curtains drawn against the coming morning, when the night finally hit her.

She muffled a sob into her pillow.

How had this happened? The inter-house bacchanalian of Slytherin and Ravenclaw had been wild and free of house prejudices. Her friend Luna had been dragged by her roommates, and she'd begged Ginny to come along. `Shy girls need to stick together' she'd said. Something had to have happened. Ginny WAS shy. Her response to just about any attention was a small smile, a blush, and then her absence as she swiftly removed herself from attention.

It was almost a forgone conclusion that her…partner… had been a Slytherin. BUT WHO??!!

He'd left before she'd awoken, so she assumed that he'd just not cared. Maybe she was some sort of `easy lay'?

It was a humiliating thought.

She squeezed her eyes shut. Prayed that whoever it was wouldn't tell too many people. She had no idea what she would do if everyone thought she was a slut.

A tear trailed down her cheek as she finally dropped off to sleep.

She never noticed the small markings high on the curve of her shoulder…

~@~

The male tilted his head back and let the hot water stream down his face as he raked his hair back. He smiled.

He had no idea why, but he felt amazing this morning.

Almost…satiated in fact. Every muscle felt loose and relaxed. He rolled his arms back, the muscles rippling over impossibly wide shoulders and he groaned softly with pleasure.

It was odd, though. There was a slight sensitivity to the flesh on his shoulder blades and lower back. It didn't hurt, in fact it was a pleasurable sting, but for the life of him he couldn't say how it got there.

Oh, well. He'd simply enjoy it while it lasted.

He shut off the shower, and stepped out of the stall, reaching for a towel and quickly rubbing himself dry.

He enjoyed Saturday mornings, where he could start the day slowly.

He emerged from his bathroom, ducking the doorway, and moved silently across the room.

Then he stopped.

There was a delicate scent on the air that was vaguely familiar. He tilted his head, following it across the room towards the bed. His eyes narrowed as he found the source. It emanated from a spot on the floor in front of the footboard. It was sweet and faintly tart, with another texture just under the surface. That under-scent sent a ripple of tension through his body, though he couldn't identify what it was.

He shrugged, tossing his towel onto the newly cleared desk.

Something for later, perhaps.

The clock struck five, just then, and he lowered himself to the floor onto the soft rug. Long legs folded in front of him as he extended his senses outward, centering himself. It was easier this morning than usual, though something in the back of his head nagged at him. Something he should remember. His sense of time was faintly blurry, but then, all class days tended to do that, despite days off.

It was too early to be worrying about anything.

Once again, whatever was on his back pulled a bit, and he purred faintly. The wide, decadent mouth tilted upwards in amusement. He'd have to find out what had caused it so he could have it repeated.

Things to do today:

1.Finish weekly meditation and sleep in.

2.Help his house clean up after the party.

3.Finish up his report on Seelie and Unseelie Sidhe.

4.Relax until the next day.

Nothing strenuous, nothing to spoil the peculiar feeling of contentment.

Inhale. Exhale. Again. His power shaped itself to the confines of the room, careful to keep from spilling outward.

Inhale. Exhale. The air pulsed faintly with power. Then again. Harder. Sharper. It crackled down the walls like an electrical storm.

Then it retreated into the creature at it's center and his eyes opened.

Much better, he thought as he stood and moved towards the bed.

That scent again. Tantalizing. Delicious.

His lashes dipped, eyes hooding as he unexpectedly went hard.

Drugging…

He shook his head to clear it, and slid between the sheets. The silk skimmed over his body and he lay there, relaxed and faintly tired.

And still there was the nagging feeling that there was something he should be remembering. Something important.

STOP IT! Let it come…it always does.

He pulled a pillow over his head and closed his eyes. And sleep finally took him.

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a.n. welcome to my world of Harry potter. Hold on. It might be a bumpy ride.