Untreated Wounds | Sirius Black

Chapter 21

Barty waited in his dorm for me. As soon as I entered his lips were on mine. I pushed him back onto the bed and I slowly unzipped my dress. Slowly. The red lingerie I wore underneath was meant for Sirius. "You dressed up for me, huh?" He asked.

I smirked as I dragged my dress off my thighs. The pocketknife was tucked into my bra but I knew he'd become aware of it sooner or later.

Barty's hands cupped my breasts as I leaned over him. He ran his hands down my body slowly and kissed me. I swallowed as he did so. I didn't want him to touch me, but I needed him to. I slowly dragged my arms down his body, "I want to feel you inside me." I lied.

I was good at making men feel like they were good at sex. Because if I made them feel like they were good at it I could convince myself they were too. He pulled off his shirt, leaving him topless. I kissed down his body slowly until I was between his legs.

The knife was still tucked in the back of my bra, and he was completely unaware. I unbuckled his pants, pulling them down along with his boxers. He was a lot smaller than Sirius. Like a lot. It was rather amusing to me. He grabbed my hair, pushing himself into my mouth. I looked up at him. His head was flung back, his eyes closed as I sucked his cock. It was then I grabbed the pocketknife, it was already open to the blade.

I hovered the knife above his cock, he was too busy enjoying me to realize. And in a quick movement, I pulled out of him, and I pushed the blade right through his cock.

He began to scream but I quickly put my hand over his mouth, "I'm really sorry, Barty." I told him as he tried to scream.

He was crying as I stared at him, leaned over him in red lingerie with blood down me. I looked down at the blood gushing over both of us. "You tell anyone who did this to you and I will make sure to slit your throat while I'm at it. I will kill you if you ever lay another finger on me or anyone woman. Is that understood?"

He didn't move.

I grabbed the knife that was still in my hand, pressing it to his jaw and I slowly lightly dragged it down his throat, back up to his jaw and I pressed tightly then. "Do you understand me?"

He looked over at something before he nodded vigorously, still trying to scream.

"Be quiet, Barty. You wouldn't want anyone to hear you." I said, lowering my hand and picking up the remainder of his cock and holding up, it was drained with blood. I threw it at him. "Make a necklace out of it, won't you? Remember how far I'll go for revenge."

"Why now?" Barty cried,

"Because you insulted me. I'd almost let it go, but now?" I laughed, "Now, you're going to struggle pleasing any woman because let's be honest, it was the only decent part of you."

Barty continued to cry and sob as he tried to get the remainder of his cock away from him.

I still held the knife in my hand, holding it beside me, staring at all the blood. "Shit," I gasped, realizing. I dropped the knife quickly and grabbed my wand. "Scourgify." I cleaned up the blood on Barty and me before I shuffled my dress back up my body, zipping it up. "Bye, Barty." I was fixing my hair, shuffling down my dress, brushing myself off and trying to wrap my head around what the fuck I actually did until I reached the Gryffindor common room. I made sure there was no blood on me, no nothing on me when I stepped through the portrait. Sirius was with Mary and Remus, the three doing shots together. Clearly, he didn't care where I disappeared off to so I didn't go up to him.

I set eyes on Regulus, standing there with a blank expression plastered on his structured face. His eyes were squinted, his cheeks hollowed and if you looked from afar, he looked dead. He glanced over at me and we locked eyes with one another. And eventually, I walked toward him.