Ashamed

Chapter 1 - Rough Night

~~ Quick Warning: Yes, this story has strong explicit language and explicit sexual content, also references to drug use. If thats not your rodeo then either skip it or don't read. I cant say I didn't warn you ;) ~~

- I have been wanting to write a Dark Harry fic for a really long time and I think i finally found a idea that finally clickled with me -

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Averys P.O.V 

Trying new things, especially scary things can be fun, the pure thrill of doing things you've never done, the adreneline rush you get, it can be fun.

but thats just it.

it can be

but this, this was just a bad idea in itself.

I stood up awkwardly from my seat on the lounge sofa, palming my thighs nervously as I searched for the safest exit. I caught a few stares from random faces, trying to figuire me out, trying to make sense of me, clearly seeing that I looked uneasy.

I eventually managed to push my way through all the attention thristy men and even more attention thirsty women dancing and grinding along to the ear piercing club music. I can't start to understand how this is fun to anyone honestly, then again, I don't find alot of things most people do fun.

I reached for the door knob of the exit that I finally seemed to clear, as there were a small group of women blocking it, hardly noticing my atempts of moving through them. They eventually started to break apart from there conversations as they realized that I wasnt trying to join there group but get out the door instead.

It was weird though, this entire time I thought I could sense someone following me, I could feel someones...presense.

As I started to turn the knob to leave I felt a very large muscular hand grab mine, forcefully unlatching it from the door as he spun my body around to where I was facing him, pulling me close to him, soon enough we were just a few inches apart.

"Leaving so soon?" He declared, with a low smirk just shy of a laugh, slurring his words slightly.

His breath found its way into my nostrils, I imediately regonized the familiar scent of vodka. He him self smelled strongly of cheap womens perfume and something else, although I could'nt quite put my finger on it.

His grip was terrifingly tight on my arm, I knew when I awoke in the morning there would be a colored mar where he was holding me, great.

He probably didnt realize how tightly he was constraining me as intoxcication was clear in his features and in the way he spoke, either that or he didnt care. 

I took a second to  lookup into his eyes, my body still pressed agaisnt his, one free hand and one constrained hand. 

He has the most gorgoues eyes I had ever seen, they seemed so full, like they had so many stories to tell. He has a very charming smile and dimples highlighted both sides of his cheeks, although he did'nt seem like a guy who has dimples. He seems lustfull and dark. Honestly as much as I don't like admitting it his face wasnt bad either, not at all.

As this point I still was unsure of what to say, fearing my life, as he was drunk and despite his appearance quite scary.

My eyes trailed back down to my constrained hand, then back up at his face.

He must of relized what I meant by this, because he looked me in the eyes and laughed, a genuine laugh. He really must of thought it was humorous.

I slowly started to pull my hand out of his grip, only that was no use, he then decided that he should hold onto me tighter.

so he did.

This entire time, noticing my constant struggle he continued to smirk at my many failed attempts of leaving his firm hold. He was noticably enjoying this more then me.

I gave up, i could feel him cutting off my blood circulation in my arm and it was not a good feeling. I am growing very impatient at this point.

This is all some type of weird game to him.

"Could you just let me go for christ sake" I managed to blurt out, over much frustration, I instantly regreted it as most of the time disobeying can be fuel for him to carry on his actions.

He looked down at me and laughed even louder.

He suddenly started walking towards the bar, pulling me along like a dog on a leash.

He grabbed a full shot glass from the bar and swallowed it all in seconds, looking back at me and shooting me a evilish smile then quickly turned into to another laugh as he slamed it back down and licked his lips.

He pulled me along even further until we were in a strangely uncrowded corner of the club.

With out saying anything he turned me around with one quick movement and took it apon himself to clumsily yet effectively push me up agaisnt the wall with nothing more but the force of his own body weight agianst mine. He let go of my hand and pulled my legs around his waist to where I was straddling him with  my body weight being supported by the wall.

Strong lust seemed to engulf his deep emrald eyes, he looked as if he was going to tear my clothes off with nothing more then his teeth, like an animal.

He looked me in the eyes for a split second and laughed a somewhat evil laugh before swooping in around the side of my neck and pressing his warm lips against my skin, making my whole body shudder as he did so.

I started to tense up as he started kssing and sucking at my pale skin. I felt violated, discusted. Although I knew if I did anything to try an stop him that I would just make it worse. I sat there silently and shuddered as his kissing and sucking got more intense, secretly praying that I would be nothing more to him then just another girl to have his mouth on.

or so I'd hope.

An unfamiliar guy started to walk up towards us, I tried to speak to him through my eyes, telling him, letting him know I was not in a position that I was agreeing with.

The guy finally looked at me sympathetictly and shook his head. Almost like he knew exactly how I felt.

I looked back at him, fear in my eyes. Not knowing whether he would do anything to help me or not.

"Harry! Leave the poor girl alone" He blurted out in a harsh yell.

I felt Harrys lips suddenly stop agaisnt my skin.

He backed a step or two away from me and roughly placed me back down on my own two feet again, never leaving my eyes as he did so.

"see you later" he muttered in a hitched breath towards me, I could smell the alcohol even stronger now.

He turned around towards his friend and walked past him, until he reached the door,

and left.