Weasley Twins - A Fate You Can't Escape

Chapter 113 - Easter Errors

Smut warning

True to her word, Ginny lays low until Easter break rolls around. She is able to take the train home with the rest of the students without worrying about the Carrows. I give her a small smile at breakfast right before she leaves. She winks back at me before grabbing her wand and leaving to head home.

Most of the students leave once again, leaving the halls rather empty. It would feel lonely, but Anthony uses the students going home as an excuse to come see me more. At the end of the first week, he comes and sees me after breakfast. He comes through the double doors of the great hall, locking eyes with me where I sit at the head table.

"May I be excused?" I ask Snape, putting my napkin on the table.

"What's Schmidt doing here? Isn't it the-" He pauses as Anthony walks up to the front table with his hands in his pockets.

"Thanks!" I give Snape a kiss on the cheek and jump down from the platform. Anthony grins when he sees me, grabbing my hand in his large one. Giggling, I let him lead me out of the room. The moment the door closes behind us, he pulls me to him, kissing my deeply. It catches me off guard, but I quickly sink into the kiss. He breaks the kiss, breathing heavy.

"Come with me." His voice his huskier than usual and it's very sexy.

"Okay." I bite my lip excitedly as he leads me through the halls. After a few minutes I realize that he's leading me to the astronomy tower. I frown, not thrilled with the choice. To be fair, the reason I gave him was that it was too cold up here, and now that spring is in full bloom, that's no longer an issue.

Maybe it's been long enough that I won't freak out.

I follow him up the steps, my breath catching slightly as we exit out onto the open platform. The breeze hits me, bringing the fresh smells of early spring. The trees below are starting to bud with the warming temperatures. I stand there, waiting for the uncomfortable feelings to wash over me. While they aren't gone, they have eased significantly.

I look up at Anthony with a grin, happy that this is no longer the triggering place it used to me. He drops my hand, grabbing my hips roughly and pulling me against him. I look up into his eyes. They're more intense than usual, and he seems to have a bit of a feral edge to him. I strangely don't mind. One of his hands leaves my hip, seizing my chin and kissing me roughly.

He wastes no time, pushing his tongue into my mouth. While he was never super gentle, he normally wasn't like this. Is it bad that it turned me on?

He backs me up to the wall, pushing me against it, his hands ripping at my shirt. The buttons clatter to the ground and he pulls the destroyed garment down over my arms, letting it fall to the floor. I fumble with his tee shirt, and he eagerly ducks out of it. I run my hands down his chest as he resumes the kiss. He runs his hands down over my butt and to my thighs. I gasp into his mouth as he lifts me up, and I automatically wrap my legs around his waist.

A small moan passes through my lips as he starts grinding his hips against me, sending pleasure shooting through my core.

"I can smell how much you want me." He growls in my ear, sending a shiver through me. "It's intoxicating."

"I-" I start to respond but his lips move to my neck and I forget how to speak.  He trails hot kisses down my neck and shoulder, pulling the strap of my bra down as he goes. 

"Anthony."  I whimper as he unhooks my bra and pulls it off of me.  He sets my feet back on the ground and I quickly move my hands to his belt, undoing.

"So eager for me."  He hums, watching as I kneel to pull his pants down over his hips.  He steps out of the clothing, placing a hand on top of my head as I go to stand back up.  "Stay down there, love."  He commands, and I realize what he wants.  I debate for a moment if I want to do that, but then I see how erect he is inside his boxers, and I decide I want to.

I hook my fingers in his waistband and pull his boxers down as well so he's naked in front of me.  I've seen him naked plenty of times, but this time feels different.  He gazed down at me where I kneel on the floor, smirking.

"Show me how much you want me."  He purrs, and I nod.  I lean forward, taking him in my mouth, earning a deep moan from him.  I put my hands on his thighs to steady myself.  His fingers reach down and knot in my hair, guiding me as I work.

After a couple of minutes, he releases his grip on my hair, stepping back.  I wipe the drool from my chin and he motions for me to stand.  I scramble to my feet, only for him to yank my skirt down to my ankles.  I shiver as the breeze blows across my mostly naked body.

He runs a finger along the waist of my panties, leaning in so his breath is hot on my neck.

"Do you want me to keep going?"  He asks in a deeply sensual voice.  I nod, causing him to tut softly.  "Use your words, love."

"Yes, please keep going."  I whisper, cheeks reddening at how desperate I sound.  His lips connect with my neck as he pulls my last article of clothing off.  He then surprises me by picking me up and carrying me a few feet away.  I am confused for a moment, but then quickly understand as he lays me down on a blanket.

He pushes my knees apart and rubs himself on me causing me to groan and arch my back to press into him.  He slides into me, and we both sigh in pleasure at the sensation.  He kisses me intensely as he slowly starts moving.  His lips leave mine once more to attach to my neck.  I've noticed that he enjoys marking me with love bites. 

His thrusts pick up as his teeth scrape lightly along my skin, causing a familiar feeling to start building up in me. 

"Anthony."  I moan his name, tugging at his silky hair as the pleasure grows.  He growls deeply, and suddenly, a sharp pain in my shoulder causes all the pleasure feelings to dissipate.

"Ow!  What the!"  I exclaimed, trying to push him off of me.  He quickly pulls away, scrambling to get off of me.

"What did you do?"  I yell at him, putting my hand to my neck.  I feel something hot and sticky, bringing my hand in front of my face to see blood.  "Did you bite me?"

"I- I'm so sorry!  I just got carried away."  He says, panic clear in his eyes.  "The full moons tonight and it's hard to control some of the impulses."

My stomach churns as I process his words.

The full moon.

I was just bit by a werewolf.

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