Hogwarts Harem

Research

Valkyries...Vampires...Yes! Veelas!

Victoire's finger stopped along the first and only Veela book she could find. Her mother and grandmother never said much about their Veela ancestry, and recently Victoire had been curious to know more about the DNA of the magical being running through her blood. 

She looked misgivingly at the rather outdated leather bound volume, but brought it to the nearest table nonetheless. She wanted to know what the strange but glorious tingling sensation beneath her skin was that she'd now felt it on two separate occasions, as she suspected it was part of her Veela heritage. It was time to do some research of her own.

The dusty book entitled Veela: A Volume on Europe's Most Deceptive Creatures by Martha Mayfield didn't seem promising, but she had to start somewhere and it was the only book under Veela. The first sentence already had her rolling her eyes: Veela, nymphs originating in Eastern European countries, are hideous bird-like monsters that disguise themselves as beautiful women to lure men into their early deaths. 

Vic sat there reading the first one hundred pages, gaining no new knowledge but contempt for the author that seemed to hold some sort of personal vendetta against Veela. Only one line in particular piqued her interest, though the author refused to expand on the one point of intrigue: While it's well known that Veela hold powers of attracting men with their song or dance skills; a rare, vile breed of Veela are capable of ensnaring men in a more permanent manner that is so disgustingly contemptuous further details cannot be revealed.

Thanks for nothing, Martha Mayfield. You useless, salty bitch.

It was almost curfew and the library was closing for the night as Vic checked out the book anyway and began to make her way back to Ravenclaw tower. She took her time walking as she took the longest route possible back, feeling in a strange mood. She did a double take as she saw shadows ahead of her by the light of the scones lining the corridor, and she couldn't help but investigate. Treading lightly, she followed the mysterious shadow and heard their corresponding footsteps as she got closer; following until she was ridiculously far away from Ravenclaw Tower. She turned into the next corridor, looking left and right in search of the elusive figure she was following when someone jumped out at her from behind a statue; a pair of hands covering her mouth to stifle her scream as she was pressed up against the wall. 

Salvatore Rookwood didn't take his hand off her mouth immediately as he leaned over her, bracing his free forearm against the wall as he pressed his body flush to hers. He lowered his hand to her throat, pressing lightly but not enough to actually choke her - though it was still a psychopath move in Vic's eyes.

"What the fuck are you doing? Let me go," she demanded, instantly hating herself for breaking her vow of silence when it came to him. 

"No, baby. I wanna know what the fuck you're playing at following me around. Didn't I tell you to stay away from me?"

His brown eyes pierced her, holding her in place as forcefully as his body was as she perceived a darkness within them that scared and excited her in equal measure. 

"Are you obsessed with me or something? Do you fantasize about me having my way with you all during Potions?" 

"I didn't know I was following you, asshole. I would've walked as far away as possible otherwise," Vic spat despite her fear at the beast at her throat, unable to tolerate his insufferable assumptions. 

A flicker of what Vic refused to accept as amusement flashed within his eyes; the same sparkle she'd noted during their banter during Potions before he put an end to it. 

"That's right. Just as I told you to stay away," he said, his thumb reaching to pull down her bottom lip. "I suspect I was right about you," he muttered in his gravelly voice, putting his thumb between her lips as he stared at them with what was unmistakably desire. 

He put his thumb in her mouth completely, her lips closing around it and the pad of her tongue enveloping it as he answered the question in her eyes, his stubble scraping her cheek as he whispered into her ear, "You'd follow my directions like a good little girl."

Victoire's pussy gave a little throb as she wanted more than anything to be dominated by the alpha male pressed up against her. But she was too stubborn to let him see that - she refused to submit to him; to allow him to know how he was affecting her. She bit down on his thumb, taking no care to go gently and hated that he showed no sign of it hurting - on the contrary.

"Are you trying to hurt me now, baby?" He took his thumb from her mouth and she tried to wiggle free from his grasp as he took her wrists and pinned them above her head against the wall, leaning down so his face was mere inches from hers. "I like a little pain. I like causing pain, too. Maybe that's why you're stalking me, hm? You heard how rough I am and want it just like this against the wall with me?" 

"I wasn't stalking you," she growled through gritted teeth, her breasts rising and falling rapidly pressed up against him. His lips touched her bare skin against her collar bones, not kissing her but brushing up her in a whisper soft touch up her neck until he paused; his face dangerously close to hers.

"Stay out of my business. Keep that perfect prefect pussy of yours far away from a dick like me. Unless you wanna get fucked."

He released his hold on her, walking away like nothing happened and that wasn't the most psychotic interaction he'd ever had.

Victoire hated how wet she felt her panties get for him; her body demanding to be touched by him in all the ways he threatened. She knew one thing: she wasn't going to act like the good little prefect he wanted to force her to be. She'd make it her mission to find out what Salvatore was hiding, and to get under his skin. The prospect of disobeying his unwarranted command for her to stay away from him made her nipples harden in anticipation of how he might respond. She wanted to know how he'd act when she riled him up; and part of her secretly hoped that getting under his skin meant she'd end up under him in bed, feeling what it's like to be dominated by him.

It looks like Veelas weren't the only topic she'd be researching: Salvatore Rookwood was about to become her new favorite subject.