The Moon and His Night

01

CAMILLE POV

"Get–off of me, Malcolm. I'm serious." I shoved my lunk of a boyfriend off of me with as much strength as I could.

"What the fuck is your problem, Camille?" He barked, clearly bothered I stopped him from getting any kind of action. Like I always did. "I mean–honestly. This little tease game got old a long fucking time ago. If I knew you were going to insist on being such a fucking prude, I wouldn't have bothered with you."

I clenched my fists and my jaw, forcing a hot breath out through my nose as I watched him pull his school shirt back on and start buttoning it.

I wasn't a prude. I wanted to do the things I heard all the girls in my year giggling and whispering about. I had the urges. I had hormones. Raging ones. I'm a teenage girl, for fuck's sake.

Yeah, sex was intimidating, but that didn't mean I didn't want to experience it. I just wanted to experience it with someone that...I don't know...would give shit about how it was for me. Someone that knew what they were doing. Someone that wouldn't look at me like some virginal little girl that they had the privilege of deflowering.

I hated that Malcom treated me like an untouched prize that he had the honor of claiming. He cared about my virginity more than I did. It was a construct that he was perpetuating. Not me.

Based on our limited sexual interactions where he was the one trying to get me there, it was safe to say that the stories I had heard about Malcolm Whitt were highly inflated, because it couldn't find the clit if he had a detailed map and a tour guide.

But, despite his lack of direction, I had been telling myself in the months that we've been dating that I could look past his sexual flaws, and that he would be the one I finally had sex with for the first time. He was captain of the Slytherin Quidditch team, I was Slytherin's Seeker, he was highly sought after, and he was a year older. Us being together made sense. Me losing my virginity to him made sense.

But every time we were about to have sex, I was the one to stop it.

I wasn't scared. I wasn't nervous. I wasn't second guessing.

I just...didn't want to.

Something in me told me that it wasn't right. Something always just felt...off, always causing me to change my mind at the last minute, which often resulted in Malcolm pitching a fit like a fucking baby. And every time he pitched one of these little fits, the more I questioned whether or not I wanted to continue dealing with him.

Come to think of it, I wasn't even sure I liked the bastard that much.

Yeah it was conventionally attractive, but he had nearly every personality trait I despised. Really, the only thing we had in common was the fact that we both liked quidditch. Other than that, this man really only thought with the head of his dick.

"I'm not teasing you." I spit back, summoning my own shirt from off the ground, "I just don't want to have sex right now when your roommates could walk in at any second. I'd rather them not get a front row seat to that."

"Oh yeah. Okay." Malcolm nodded, agreeing sarcastically, "This time it's the roommates. It was that last time too. And that time before that, it was getting late. And the time before that, it was because someone could over hear us–"

"We were in the library." I exclaimed, looking at him like he was deranged.

"People fuck in the library all the time!" He threw his arms up dramatically.

"Well, I apologize for not wanting to lose my virginity in the mythical creatures section!"

I yelled back, pulling my skirt back on.