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Slytherin (masculine noun) 1. treacherous. unreliable. wandering nature.
Penélope Park PoV
Wearing the green and silver uniform of the most frowned upon house in Hogwarts was courageous, usually already putting you in obvious characteristics of a Slytherin.
Ambition, cunning, self-confidence, power, determination, loyalty, even arrogance. Things that I really appreciated in my life, Slytherin got involved with Slytherins, nobody was above us.
Each thought he had his own light, he was part of who we were, in the meantime, I shone more than anyone. Daughter of the powerful Katherine Pierce and Stefan Park, chosen in less than a minute by the selector chapel.
My problems were not greater because no one came to my feet, except for a girl, a Slytherin witch who can get me out of my mind with a sentence. A Mikaelson.
In the last year, the Slytherin house no longer cared about the house cup, or irritating Gryffindors, it was all about the Pierce-Park and Mikaelson-Marshall fight, with a family with open war.
The family rules were very explicit, clear and easy to follow, to destroy the Mikaelson, and never, in any way, fraternize with the enemy.
Hope was the second most relevant student at school after me, with her smug smile, seductive blue eyes, the stance that she would never give in to our fight, her teasing, and her damn surname.
Breaking all the existing rules, both were there, in the castle's dungeons, surrounded by the black lake, bathed in greenish light, with luxurious furniture on all sides.
Hope proved to be worthy of the coat of arms on her cloak, pushing me on the wall for a kiss worthy of the last scene in a novel, the height of which was matched, as if our anger at each other had been in vain all this time. All that physical contact, the euphoria of the scene, the audacity of the Slytherin resulted in problems inside my skirt, which were about to be resolved by Mikaelson, without much fear putting my fingers over my sex. I would be crazy if I denied how hot I was acting that way.
- If you make any noise, I'll stop, and I'll make sure everyone knows that Penelope Park was moaning at me. - Hope says putting her mouth close to my ear, making me breathe even harder while her fingers pushed my panties aside and masturbated me.
That domineering look gave me the impression that I had gotten even wetter, I pressed my lips together so as not to give that damn Mikaelson a taste, which was very good with her fingers. Without really understanding, I watched him kneel in front of me, the light coming in through the window was a strong green now illuminating his face, overflowing with sensuality
Wet kisses hit the inside of my thighs, making me shiver, thanking myself mentally for the skirt to cover the cause of the sensations. Mikaelson tore my panties like nothing, throwing them on the floor next to him, arranging my leg over his shoulder, in control of the whole situation, giving the first lick down there.
I hit my head against the wall, forcing it back, bruising my lips with the violence I used to not satisfy Hope with moans. His tongue did a magnificent job, flicking delicately over the sensitive clitoris, lowering to my entrance, sucking harder.
His mouth was perfect for that, that's the word sure, knowing exactly where to go, and what to do. The pleasure radiating from there made only that matter, the chest rising and falling in despair, the restlessness, my hand reaching for her hair to pin it between my fingers and force it more against me. His tongue was going in and out of me, leaving me ecstatic, with the leg that supported the trembling witch. My liquid filled her mouth, placing her at the head of the situation.
- Someone's coming. - I told you that I was still in that reality. The sound came from the painting opening, in the middle of the night in the castle, Slytherins really hate rules. Hope starts to push me into the darkest part of the room, where I might not have seen it. It was a relatively small space, Mikaelson was as close to me as at the moment she was kissing me, staring at me in silence while Josie, a Gryffindor, and my ex for the record, entered the room with Jade. I was restless again, feeling too much for Hope's proximity.
- We were almost caught, this is your fault, you can't shut your mouth. - Hope attacked so the two went up the stairs.
- And you can't even keep yours away from me. - I attacked back, weak, because that oral had taken me out of orbit.
- You made a noise, it gives me the right to tell everyone how you were holding on to not groan my name. - Hope threatened again, not lengthening our proximity.
- Go ahead, a wolf does not lose sleep with the opinion of the sheep. - Savor the words. - Besides, your word is nothing, Mikaelson.
- You and I know the truth. - I said poisonous. - You, Penélope Park, are going to lay your head on the pillow today, knowing that the best person you ever had, was me, and that you would love to finish this in my dorm.
- Your arrogance enchants me, nothing personal, but you don't make it to the top five. - I speak with the taste of Hope's anger on your face. Mikaelson intended to do something, but I was quick, pulling the wand out of her robes, pointing under the witch's chin, inverting our positions, placing her against the wall. - You can lay your head on the pillow today knowing that this, for me, was nothing.
- That was just the beginning, I'll get you off that pedestal on which you put yourself by force. - Hope says. He pushed my body away with both hands, making me smile for having irritated her so much, even though I didn't quite understand why.
- Good luck, Mikaelson. - I said smiling. The witch was already far away, climbing the stairs angrily. - Holy shit. - I said to myself, I leaned against the wall again, taking a deep breath. Hope messed with things she shouldn't have, damn witch.
I scanned the common room, unsure whether it was real. Where it had happened was marked on my head now, but what about my torn panties? I walked around looking for her.
Hope was a despicable bitch, and a thief.
I hurried up the stairs, getting rid of the cloak and robes, getting close to the bedroom, something about me wanted me to knock on Mikaelson's door, I repressed strongly, remembering how treacherous the Mikaelson were, and how annoying Hope was. I threw myself on the bed unprepared to retaliate.
Heda Xxx.