The Rightful Heir of Slytherin (Year 6 - Book 1)

Ch32.5

Many, many years ago...

Valentina: Are you sure about this?

Is she really still nervous? I mean, we're both inches away from kissing. It's not like this is something I didn't already agree to so of course I have no second thoughts about it.

Me: Kiss me already!

As if she loses all control, her lips smash against mine, all traces of shyness gone from her body as her hands ravage my clothing to get them out of the way.

Moving from my lips, her teeth graze my neck tracing the veins all the way to my throat where she bites in, even as her fingers dip into my ever-loosening panty.

A moan escapes my lips as the contrast between pain and pleasure sends me rocketing towards the edge, my mind blank as she draws small amounts of blood from my neck.

Me: More...

She sinks her fingers deeper as her mouth continues sucking on my neck like a vacuum. My eyes roll back as my magic crackles to life, its untapped potential raring to life as I lose myself.

Valentina, oblivious to the lightning show happening above her head, continues delving deeper and deeper. I need to stop her before she drinks me dry but my body refuses to cooperate. I have nothing left but my mind and even that is slowly fading into nothingness. 

All at once, she stops and begins crying, begging me to stay awake as she apologises for drinking more than she should but I have no idea what she's talking about. I'm oddly at peace, even as my own magic encases my body in green flames. The flames are so intense that not even the ashes from my remaining clothing survive and Valentina is forced to retreat but I don't feel hot. In fact, I feel quite cold.

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There's a flash of light and then nothing, nothing but a flicker of light in the distance. It takes me a while to realise that we're inside a long hallway and that the flicker of light is a torch.

Bagnold: We're here...

Did I really just relive that moment? Now of all times? 

Bagnold: Are you alright dear?

I look up to find her looking at me, her face riddled with concern. Mustering my strength, I offer her a weak smile even as my own knees buckle under the sudden immense weight of my body.

It takes the use of magic to support myself so that I don't worry everyone but as we continue towards the chamber, Erin falls into step beside me.

Erin: What's going on?

Me: What are you talking about? I'm fine.

Erin: You're not. The others might not notice or choose to ignore it out of respect for your own privacy but I can tell you're not okay.

Me: I'm good enough to fight.

Erin: You're not answering the question.

Sighing, I pull her aside and into the shadows, allowing others to walk by us. As they do, I tilt her face up towards mine before pressing my lips against hers. At the same time, I use my knee to rub against her crotch forcing her to grab ahold of my arms to use them as support.

Me: That's what's wrong with me.

Just as quickly, I pull away, leaving her speechless without so much as a promise of an explanation as I return to the front of our group.

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That was stupid.