Prince
/GG/
I ran down the stairs trying to find the restrooms or the bathroom. My hand was bleeding, and not a little, and despite two healing spells, my wounds reopened. I needed somewhere quiet to heal myself.
I was on the last step, my hand tied to a piece of tablecloth that I had torn off upstairs when I saw the blonde girl again. Her hair flowed down to her shoulders in curls, and she wore a neat bun and a silver pin on the top of her head. The dress must have been expensive because it did not wrinkle even after sitting for several minutes. The fabric flowed gently around several ruffled skirts. She was just standing at the opposite railing and saw me too. Her face was all white and powdered; only her cheeks were slightly pink. She looked disillusioned and dishevelled.
With a slightly flirtatious smile, I walked right up to her, suppressing the resentment I already felt towards her.
"Madam, I'm sorry about what happened. Albus is fine," I quickly added before she could ask. Then she just nodded with an upset smile and refused to look me in the eye. It was small, barely reaching my chin. I looked around, walked a little closer and offered her my hand. After a moment of reluctance, she accepted it but looked at me sternly.
"I'm not going to dance with you, sir. I am here for Albus and no one else. The fact that he is ignoring me… It is annoying. But he's definitely just wasted for now," she added, still keeping a dull and stubborn expression on her face. It made me laugh a little.
"Then we're both here for the same reason ma'am. I want to keep an eye on Albus, I didn't want him walking alone and something happening to him," I explained, having to smirk again at the memory of Albus' ankle. Amelia noticed.
"It's not funny, sir. He fell and probably hurt himself, and it was because of you, sir..."
"Because of me? However, mind you, ma'am, it was an accident. Just an accident, someone tripped his leg. I was just on my way… To the toilets, Albus is fine now." However, it did not seem like I could convince Amelia. She stopped abruptly and tried to pull away from me, but I grabbed her firmly but discreetly by the elbow and pulled her to me. She swallowed.
"I'd like to see Albus," she demanded, but I just chuckled and gripped her elbow tighter. I felt her hand twitch. "I say I want to see Albus," she repeated stubbornly, trying to get away from me again. I took a few steps in her direction, causing her to press against one of the pillars. I could feel her heartbeat increase. Just be scared, doe, you should be afraid of the hunt.
"Albus is upstairs resting and he's fine. I am not lying to you miss. Come dance," I smiled, not as welcoming as before and pulled her by the elbow violently onto the dance floor. She defended herself.
"This is completely unacceptable and rude, sir. Let me go, please," she demanded again as I stood her in front of me and grabbed her roughly around the waist. She was not Albus; she was not anyone I would ever care about, no one brilliant and perfect to protect. No, she was just an ordinary game.
She started dancing to the next song; she was not a bad dancer. She was obviously upper class and had a few dance lessons, but now she was noticeably nervous and even tripped a few times. "Relax," I added with an amused smile and gave her a gentle twirl. She looked at me dumbfounded.
"Everything alright miss?" I decided to tease her. She was not my type, not at all; blond well-groomed hair in curls, blue eyes, fair and delicate skin, thin and stubborn. Her chin on her heart-shaped face was set high despite her nervousness, and she did not look me in the eye. She was not naive, she was not friendly and awkward, and she did not have a single physical or mental quality that attracted me. This lady was just a piece of ice to me and she was so distant to me that I wouldn't spend a single night with her even if she was the last lady in the world.
After the dance, when she stopped in a slight lean, I helped her regain her balance and she looked at me with both admiration and fear.
"You're a great dancer, sir. But I'd like to go-"
"Don't run from me. That's not much more polite than refusing to dance, miss. You're well-bred, aren't you?" I grabbed her elbow again, tighter than before. I wanted to let her know that she had no choice. I wanted to emphasize how weak she is compared to me. But she was also stupid, so stupid that she couldn't understand me. She wasn't naive like my Albus, no. Amelia was stupid and simple. Discouraging.
"But I don't want to dance with you anymore, sir," she blurted out angrily, her cheeks coloured with anger. I smiled, but not with pleasure or victory, but with disgust.
"We're not going to dance, miss. We're just going to have a few minutes alone together. That's what you'd want, wouldn't you?" I asked defiantly, biting my lip when I saw her scared yet thoughtful expression. Simple, silly and accessible to everyone. She shook her head.
"It is inadmissible, sir. Let me go, come and ask me politely and perhaps I will come with you," she retorted. Did I mention she was stubborn?
"There are lonely lodges up there, Miss. No one will find us," I assured her, trying to convince her naive soul. However, she did not like my aggressive behaviour, she longed for courting and flirting. However, I could not give her that, if only because she did not have a single quality, nothing at all, that would excite me. Therefore, I took her by the elbow more firmly and dragged her forcibly up the stairs. She struggled but had no choice; she was afraid I felt her knees buckle and for a second it made me feel a kind of desire. I wish it were you, Albus, whose knees would break. I wish it were you, with your rosy skin and clumsy steps. You were everything, all my desire, you fulfilled all my demands. The ladies were already getting on my nerves. One like the other. But you...
I grabbed Amelia tightly again and managed to climb another set of stairs with her that led to the third floor with empty restrooms. There I pushed her into one and closed the door behind me. I did not lock it.
“Sir, this is-” She backed away from me until she sat down on the couch. She immediately got up and started backing up again. I left her; I just circled around her for a while. They were simple dance steps, dance steps belonging to the hunt. At first, I liked how scared she was, but then she started to bore me. I was not attracted to her; she was boring and the same as everyone else. Maybe even worse. I could not even bring myself to talk to her. Sighing, I pulled out my wand and inhaled.
"I was hoping something would convince me. That I would enjoy your fear. That you would be... Different. But no. You're ugly, you're horrible, and you make me angry. You insulted me in front of Albus, you almost made me fall. I don't care, that I cut myself. Nevertheless, he will think I'm vulnerable, just like everyone else. What if he starts treating me as he treats everyone else? Like stupid and naive? Huh?!" I almost yelled at her. It was infuriating, she was infuriating and she was absolutely unbearable to me. She swallowed and shook her head in disbelief.
"Why should Albus think you are invulnerable sir?" she asked cautiously and I snorted.
"Because Albus thinks so. Albus trusts me. He thinks I am truly invulnerable. He only thinks the best of me and I'll stay that way and you won't screw it up for me. You won't ruin the relationship between me and Albus, you won't sully his innocence!" She was afraid. I saw her clutching her purse behind her back until it was all crumpled.
"I don't want to ruin your friendship, sir. I… I love Albus…."
It pissed me off. "You don't know what love is. You just do not. You are young and stupid, you do not know anything. You think it is just stupid flirting and flirting and over and over again. You think love is a million roses and sweet kisses, do you believe that it is hand-carrying and sweetly whispered words? You hope that love is a family villa on the beach with little children! But it's not like that, you silly goose, it's not like that!" I yelled at her. She was even more scared and pressed against the wall as I came closer and took her by the neck. I pushed her gently until she squealed.
After a few seconds, I gave in and turned my back to her. "They're just lies;" I continued sternly and quietly, "everything you think is love is just a lie. Because it is not. Love is a painful feeling; it's like a knife in the back that you are thrust there by the person you are attracted to. It is a responsibility, bloodshed, and suicide. You have to take a piece of your heart to be able to love someone... You have to take that piece of your soul, your heart, cut it in half and give it to the other person. How it sounds painful, it is so painful. If there is anything beautiful about love, it is the ability to simply manipulate the other person without blaming you. But that's all..."
I could feel her breathing calm as I looked away. However, that changed again when I turned back on her and took a few long steps toward her. Her breath hitched and her heart raced. I gripped my wand tighter and pointed it slightly with interest at her. She was shaking.
“P-please sir let me…” she begged and it only made me smile. I stared at the wand for a moment before biting my lip and saying, "Crucio."
Her thin form slid to the ground where it twisted into unnatural angles as I applied more spells. Her eyes were wide and her face was completely pale. I just watched her suffer on the ground for a while, but she reminded me of a bug. And I have seen so many of them suffer.
I was about to use another spell when I heard footsteps approaching the room. Albus!
I quickly knelt down in front of Amelia and took a deep breath just as Albus burst in. He looked out of breath, sweaty, scared and very attractive.
"What the hell are you doing?!" he yelled at me when he saw a tortured Amelia and me with my wand in hand. I quickly got up again and took him by the shoulders.
"It's not what you think-"
"What?! Isn't it how?!" Albus looked absolutely deranged. He tried to tear me away and he succeeded. He knelt down next to the girl, but she didn't even move and Albus flinched in horror and jumped away with a yelp. "She's- she's dead... She's dead... At Merlin's she's dead... She's dead, dead, dead..."
I had to struggle to pick Albus up as he resisted before I managed to get him on the sofa. He wanted to get up again and run to her, but I grabbed his hand firmly and pulled him back.
"No, no, no, she's dead, she's dead, she's dead..."
"Albus!" I slapped the boy to get him to recover and Albus tried to meet my eyes with a shaky breath. I took his face in my hands, but he was so white and stiff that I was not sure if he perceived me.
"Albus, look at me… Come on, look at me, I have to explain, do you understand me? Do you understand what I'm saying?" The boy looked absolutely insane, so I was about to tell him more, but instead, he just turned away, nearly falling over the sofa and almost throwing up, as he started suffocating himself. I sighed and moved closer to him and gently stroked his back. He was leaning against the arm of the sofa, completely devastated and shaken, coughing and catching his breath, trying not to throw up. I got up and conjured a pitcher of citrus water for him, and handed him a glass when he calmed down a bit.
"Here," I helped him drink and he shakily grabbed my hand as he drank. It was all sweaty and unsteady. I was about to sit back down, but Albus stood up and challenged me with half-closed eyes and a shaky voice.
"Come on… Please go somewhere else. I can't handle this," he explained and I nodded. Taking him by the elbow, I carefully led him out of the lodge and into another, much nicer one, with a balcony and well-ventilated areas.
“Listen to me,” I continued, forcing him to look at me. I sat down on the sofa with him as soon as I locked the door and made sure we were truly alone. Albus let his head rest in my palm, tears of shock falling from his eyes. "I didn't kill her on purpose. She went dancing with me; I met her on the way down to the toilets. She insisted, as well as me coming up here with her. She threatened to tell everyone that… Albus, she knew about us. She said she saw us outside once, probably when we were coming back from the meadow. I had to go up with her, you understand? I don't know what she was trying to do, but-"
"The same with me." Albus's voice changed completely. He was no longer frightened, but disgusted and annoyed. "She tried to forcefully kiss me three times. I know what she is like. Oh, Merlin, I am so sorry... I am so sorry... You should never have met her; we should never have come here... She was so mistaken, forgive me, please, please, I'm sorry...” I loved when he begged.
"Albus, come on. It is okay. It is not your fault. It is not your fault and it never was. I had to do it, it was an accident. I wanted to fight back but she was aggressive and it just slipped out of me… She hit her head and… She was not moving anymore. I am sorry, but it had to be. I had to do it so… So she wouldn't tell anyone. I had to do it… for you, Albus."
I said the last words quietly and looked at the ground. We could not hear the music from below, so we were in almost complete silence. All I could hear was Albus's heartbeat and my own, which rapidly increased and seemed to become one. My eyes were still fixed on the ground, staring at the parquet next to my shoes. Albus's ankle looked fine, especially when he gently and cutely kicked mine. I felt him come closer and take both of my hands. I let him, but I was forced to look him in the eye now. He was close, just inches away from me. He blinked and visibly swallowed as he moved even closer to me. I let out a relieved breath without wanting to. I could not control myself in his presence as well as I would have liked. Not when he was this close.
And again, that delightful and strange feeling where you can't tell if it's right or wrong. If it is twisted or right. I felt his lips on mine, this time it was definitely him for real who made the first move. I just let him kiss me for a while without kissing him back, but then I let out a small moan and let myself be seduced by the kiss, by his lips and gentle breaths.
I had to join the kiss and return it. I removed my hands from Albus's and grabbed his waist to pull him closer to me. He gave a small moan of surprise into the kiss and I blinked to see if his eyes were still closed.
I pressed him to me, clutching his waist and he placed his hands lightly on my shoulders. Maybe finally...? I deepened the kiss, trying to make it more passionate, then gently ran my tongue over his lips. I felt him shake with excitement and whimper. I smiled, still holding the kiss and repeated it again; this time I was a little more thorough and ran my tongue over his bottom lip as well. He gripped my shoulder, apparently making up his mind because the kiss stopped slightly and now our lips were just touching each other. Albus's heart was pounding and I realized that my love potion perfume might be to blame.
I was about to break the kiss completely, pull away from him and tell him that I don't mind when he violently grabbed my tie and pulled me to him, I was surprised that I didn't fall on him and started kissing me again. So I took it as a yes and let my tongue slowly creep around his lips. He moaned again but this time he let me; with a triumphant feeling, I was able to properly kiss the kiss, exploring his entire upper palate before wrapping my tongue around his. It was obvious that this was his first serious kiss ever because he had no idea what to do, or how to act, so he just let me dominate the kiss for a while before I managed to signal him to try it too.
It was confusing for a moment, but he quickly understood what he was supposed to do and after another millisecond pause for breath, he improved significantly. I had to moan too and just copied his tongue movements. I smiled, again and sincerely. Albus too, and when I wanted to turn away, he wouldn't let me. It tasted bitter and sweet at the same time, like alcohol and lemon water. It dawned on me that he must be drunk, not just on my love potion but on something else. I broke the kiss.
"You got a taste for fire whiskey, huh?" I teased him and he shrugged.
"That ankle really hurt so I was hoping to suppress it," he defended, trying to pull me into the kiss again. I held him close to me.
"And suppressed?"
He shrugged. "I don't know, at first I didn't, so I tried another one... And it got even worse, so I was hoping it would work like some drugs; you have to get past the stage where you're sick to get better, so I tried a third... But nothing, I mean... I think..." He chuckled and I took a deep breath.
"Did you really just take three full shots of fire whiskey without being used to alcohol?" I asked, placing a quick kiss on his forehead as he demanded another kiss. He frowned and snorted.
"Pfff, I'm not five... Not even fifteen... Not even... Um, what day is it? Isn't it my birthday?"
I had to smile and stroke him. He was cute when he was drunk. He could be taken advantage of so easily... "Come on, let's take you home, okay?"
But Albus shook his head and pulled me into a kiss again. I could not do anything but work with him because he was simply irresistible. However, I was aware that if he allowed me to kiss him with my tongue one more time and he was going to position himself like this from all sides, it would not end with just kissing. I knew myself.
“Come on, Al-uhm-” He did not even let me finish my sentence. Kisses were all he cared about now. Therefore, I had to endure it and decided to spend a few more minutes kissing him.
I ran my tongue into his mouth again, causing him to sigh and pull me even closer. He repeated the kiss eagerly, so I had to keep deepening it and making it more passionate. I held on to the back of the seat with one hand to stop Albus from pulling me further down, but I still felt more than I wanted to at the moment. As I mentioned, Albus was plain and simple horny, and now I could see and feel it. And even hear. His soft and cute whimpering also put me in a horny mood and I had to do a lot to keep myself sane, while accidentally rubbing against his boner. Oh dear, and he is not going to remember tomorrow.
“Al, we have to go home, alright?” I repeated myself; breaking the kiss and Albus fell on the sofa under me. He laid himself on his back, trying to pull me back again. He looked so irresistible, just to undress him a little… “Albus, get up. We are going home. Come on…”
“I don’t want to go homeeee, Gellert, I don’t…,” he protested and I sighed, picking him up. I was more than sure he has no idea what is he doing because having four shots of whiskey in one evening could be more than much for a boy like him. And when I realised maybe he had even more, just did not count it anymore, I gulped.
“Here we go.” I lifted him up to my arms, discovering Albus is no longer able to walk. Dammit, boy, a few minutes alone and look at yourself…
“I’m flyyying,” he wheezed and I had to laugh, carrying him away.
“Yeah, yeah sure you are, Liebling,” I convinced him, trying to stand him down when we reached the stairs. “Now, I will hold you and you will do your best to get yourself off these stairs, sounds fair?”
Albus seemed to be thinking about it a lot before he turned back to me and shook stubbornly his head. “No. No, it does not sound fair. One woman down there said she want to… fuck me or something like that, she was kinda old and so I came to you. And you want to push me down from these stairs. You are not my boyfffriend, you are rude!”
And so, I have discovered sad drunk Albus. I was, to be honest, at first a bit shocked. I bet he doesn’t even know what ‘fucking’ does mean. Well, maybe only theoretically, because surely he had to be curious about how kids are made as a child. “What?! Which lady are you talking about, Albus? What the- come on, I do not want to push you down. We are just going home-“
“And I don’t want to go homeee!” he yelled at me, being sadly aggressive. Oh no, this is the worst mood one can have while being drunk. Only sad? Manageable. Just aggressive? Hard, but manageable. Horny? Passable. Happy or euphoric? Kinda funny.
However, sadly aggressive? Please, just not that.
“Albus, listen. We will go home and you will have a nice bath. I will stay with you till the morning, yeah?” But it was not effective at all. Albus seemed to tear up every next moment.
“No! You are rrrrude, I will not go home with you! Rrrrude!” He was so cute. Not manageable, but so so cute.
“Oh come on…” With a gentle amused laugh, I took him into my arms again, carrying him all the way down. Albus seemed not to perceive a thing and I assumed this is not funny anymore. He could have been poisoned by alcohol. “Don’t you remember how many glasses you had?” I asked calmly while getting him out and sitting him down on the bench there. He looked pale and raving, shaking his head.
“Tw-th-four? N- no, I think… Hold on…”
“I’m holding on,” I said, taking a deep breath as Albus started remembering and counting on his fingers while mumbling.
“The first one was with you,” he started and I counted one. “The second was when Abe came to our table with his girl and gave me another shot. Then, I wanted to find you, because…” Suddenly, he looked up and teared up, reaching his hands for me. “I missed you, I was so alone, it seemed like million years and I never had anyone like you are, I never had a friend like you… I had only Elphias, I did not even meet him today and it made me so sad because I thought we are fffriends, but he did not even sho’ed up today, and since my mother died, he did not even come to visit me, and you are the only on-“
I had to kiss him this time because he was unstoppable. Albus calmed down during the kiss, joined it clumsily and I dried his tears, pulling him closer. “Shhh, that is okay. I get it. So you had probably more than four, right?” I asked and the auburn boy nodded, crawling up to me. He was still so cute and vulnerable. “Come on, we will go home. Can you walk?”
/AD/
Gellert left me with my fixed ankle in lodge number twelve and disappeared from my sight. I stretched myself a bit at first, looking around, being already bored. My head stopped spinning a bit, instead of that; my senses seemed to be a bit dull. Yet I still felt the ankle when I tried to get up.
“Oiiii, Albus! There you are! So, he dumped you?” Abe asked, dragging in there his girl and sitting down messily in front of me. I smiled with disgust.
“No, he got hurt, so he went-“
“Oh ho, well, I have expected that, to be honest. He seemed like the tough guy getting to fights, you know… Firewhiskey?”
I could not say no, because otherwise, he would tease me and I would have to reply to him. And so I took another swig of whiskey, swallowed the entire contents of the shot at once, so that a hot sensation spread over my body, at first unpleasant on my tongue, but then pleasant and warm all over my body, as if my blood was spreading it further and further until didn't my senses become even duller. I wanted to get up from my chair, but everything seemed a bit... Different. I had to take a few slow steps to get used to the new reality, but my ankle spoke again. Maybe if I dull my senses, even more, I will stop feeling it...?
What I have left. I didn't want to stay at the table with my brother and his girlfriend, so I slowly made my way to the bar where Gellert had previously bought the first two shots.
"One fire whiskey, please," I smiled at the bartender, and the boy, a little older than me, willingly handed me a shot. I kicked it inside me again all at once, already expecting the hot sensation to spread over my body. I was just sitting on the bar stool for a while to get used to the new sensation when a young lady sat down next to me. I guessed she must be a bit older than I was because I never met her at Hogwarts and if so I must have been in a lower year.
"Good evening, I'm Rosalie. You're Albus, aren't you?"
I smiled and straightened up, offering her a hand. "Yes. My pleasure. Do we know each other?" I asked and she laughed aloud. With Merlin, I just now noticed that she must be quite a bit bigger than me. Not taller, but wider. I moved backwards in horror.
"Yes, we already know each other. Well, tell me, isn't it fun?" And again her shrill and loud laugh. I slowly and carefully slid off the bar stool and took a step back.
“Well, very fun,” I confirmed sarcastically, my heart racing. I wish you were here... You would solve everything for me, like down there with Amelia. I would not have to speak; you would just step forward and tell everyone that we are in a hurry... I could hide behind you and not say anything because you would have arranged everything. I really wish you were here my prince come save me…
"But you're my little bird," Rosalie continued, and I realized with horror that she was closing in on me. I quickly slipped past her, my ankle hurt.
"Uh, I... I have to... go..."
"Don't run! Albus, you are so cute! Please!"
I managed to get away from the bar. My head was spinning and my ankle hurt. I have decided to search for someone I know, maybe Elphias could be here. I wandered through the first floor, around the ballroom, bumping into several people and finding my ex-best friend. However, he was nowhere to be found; however, I met my classmates. I asked about Elphias, but they all looked in pity at me and that just pissed me off. Why do they think I am not handling the whole situation? Yes, my mother is dead. But I have two younger siblings and I cannot just cry and meld down.
Angry, I decided to leave them and went to clear my head. The ankle still hurt, so another shot was not a bad idea at the time. Alcohol seemed to be helping a bit and shutting down the pain at least for a while.
I have ordered another firewhiskey, don’t want to risk anything else. The warm feeling spread all over my body, to my blood and bones, and I sighed in relief. I took one more, in the hope, it will stop the pain. And the result…?
All I could think about now was him, which was not ideal either, because I could not focus on anything else. Not even on the road. I bumped into a few people on the way, I do not even know if it was the alcohol or how much I wanted my blond and brave prince.
As I ran up the stairs, I felt my heart racing and my legs felt like jelly. I had to go after him, I had to find him. I do not know why, but I felt so bad when I was without him. It was as if I was only half, like Gellert was so far away, so far that we couldn't see each other. I ran up the stairs panting, ran down the long hallway and just ran for a while until I heard a voice.
His voice.
I approached slowly, but he spoke so softly that I did not understand him. I opened the door and –
How could you? How could you EVER do this to me?! Why did you do that anyway? What was the reason for that? Why did you have to manipulate me so much back then? Do you even know the pain I felt when I was forced to see who you really are for the first time? What were you really? Do you know how much it hurt me?
My eyes rested on his blond locks. They were still absolutely perfect, despite all the horror around him. I dropped to my knees and looked devastated at the girl lying on the floor. Her eyes were open, staring into space, and her body was covered in blood and disfigured. Before I realized what had happened, I tried to wake Amelia, but she was unresponsive.
"She's dead, dead, dead, dead..." However, I did not understand the meaning of those words. It was like a dream for me and being drunk did not help, quite the opposite. I looked at her devastated and tried to wake her up until someone's hands picked me up and sat me down. I refused to meet his eyes, I did not understand what had just happened and I was confused.
After I drank, I felt a little better and was able to take in at least a little of his words.
"You didn't do it because you wanted to, did you? Tell me it was an accident? Please, Gellert, tell me it was just a terrible accident..." In addition, he confirmed it. And I believed him, I had a reason, because Amelie was rude to me once and tried to win me at all costs. I was so sorry that he had to experience this too. I was so sorry...
He hugged me.
I could almost feel my pupils dilate and something change. Something in the air as he led me into another room and we sat there together on the couch. I could not help myself, I had to get close to him, I had to kiss him...
The smell of lilies, lemon, black tea and... A kind of distant smell, reminiscent of icy lands and cold spaces. I fell in love with that scent and when I kissed him, probably for the sixth time, I felt dizzy. I grabbed onto his shoulders and tried to keep my balance as he took me around the waist and pulled me close.
Ah, aren't we just friends? Best friends? Is it okay for best friends? However, I did not want him to let it go. No, he would not do that to me...
I do not know how long we kissed or how I found myself in the fresh air. When I tried to remember, it was as I was not there at all, as if nothing happened. All I know is that I took a deep breath as he leaned me against him and started walking. I started weaving my legs, holding close to him so I would not fall and doing something that resembled walking. When I inhaled again, I could smell that distant iron scent that I liked so much which made me keep looking at him and trying to kiss him. Why? Why were you, my prince, so irresistible today?
/GG/
I laid Albus on my bed. I managed to carry him all the way to Bathilda’s home, he was barely walking and for the whole time, he was mumbling nonsenses. I could not take him to his house, since Bathilda was babysitting Ariana there, and I did not want her to see Albus like this. It took me a while to climb the steep stairs with him to the attic where I had a room. It was substantially tidied up, which I did not find to be an advantage, since my great-aunt was once again rummaging through my things. One more time and I swear I will cut off both of her hands.
Albus groaned in pain and tiredness as soon as he found himself on my bed, and when I took his shoes off he mumbled something half asleep. I bet he fell asleep on the way up since I was dragging all his weight up the last three steps. I moved him on the bed so he didn't have a chance to fall and smiled when he tried in vain to sit up.
"Just lie there drunk," I teased him, kicking off my shoes. I grabbed the collar of my shirt, determined to take it off, but finally turned to Albus and checked to see if his eyes were closed. Unfortunately, I could not see it in the dark.
/AD/
My eyes quickly got used to the darkness in the attic. I blinked as he threw me onto the bed. My ankle burned like hell, but I quickly suppressed it when my eyes landed on his shirt. He took off his uniform, leaving only his pants and a red shirt. I bit my lip and positioned my head so that I was lying comfortably and had a good view of him at the same time.
With his spidery fingers, he first undid the buttons at the neck and then the pieces of fabric came off and when he turned slightly, I saw a piece of white fabric, apparently an undershirt. I sighed lightly and allowed myself to close my eyes for a moment. However, just for a moment.
Then his hands made their way to the hem of his shirt, pulling it out from under his pants where it was tucked in and his thin fingers undid the buttons underneath. I observed his style of undressing with such partiality, as I had never felt in my life for any of the most beautiful works of literature.
He was my work. My personal literary work without an author.
Therefore, the shirt opened at the bottom and then, when he unbuttoned it completely, it slipped off his shoulders. In the moonlight, I saw his pale, shining arms. The moonlight reflected perfectly on them. I could not help but notice a few scars around his right arm, which was turned more towards me. He folded the red shirt and threw it on the floor next to the bed. My heart raced as his fingers dug into the hem of his pants again.
However, this time he did not take off the extra layer, he just loosened the belt and then took it off. However, his pants were still around his waist, with his undershirt tucked into them.
I could not help but sigh as he walked past me to the other end of the bed. I automatically turned to him and tried to touch him, but he was too far away. He laid down on the other end of the bed on the very edge, and even though I reached out my hand in his direction, I did not reach him. He had his back to me, snuggling into the covers for a moment before he stopped moving. After a while, I felt him fall asleep.
Even though I was drunk and high and my ankle was on fire, I could not sleep in my confusion. We just kissed again, we were not best friends, but he did not even say anything to me. He took me into his bed but slept far away from me. He undressed in front of me but did not know I was watching. He I completely managed to push out the fact that he killed Amelia and left her upstairs. And I knew it.
It rattled inside me. What if someone finds out? What if someone finds out it was him? No. No, that will not happen. She hit her head on her own and he told me. It was an accident. I was drunk.
I wanted to get closer to him. I wanted him to hug me and I could sleep in his arms. I wanted him to reassure me that everything was fine. Should I move? What if I wake him up? I would not dare.
However, I couldn't resist. His blond locks and fair skin illuminated by the moon, he was so beautiful... Forgive me, my prince...
I approached him lightly and silently until I was close enough to touch him. He wiggled slightly at my first touch and I pulled my hand back, but then returned it to his shoulder and caressed him again.
Nothing.
I let my fingers draw different shapes on his back, his tank top, and then the bare skin on his arms. I felt goosebumps go up and he just purred in satisfaction, probably sleepy. I drew even closer until I could smell that luscious iron scent and lemons.
I smiled contentedly and lovingly into the pillow, took another breath and then slowly and sweetly fell asleep thinking about my prince.
/GG/
I smiled into the pillow, pretending to be asleep, loving those rosy smooth fingers wandering around my body. I did not move at all until Albus' hand loosened a bit and he fell asleep. I turned over, staring at him for a good while, creeping a bit, having cursed thoughts about him. About him and I. And I finally knew what I felt towards him. It was my version of love, my own literature. My own poem I wrote under the moonlight. My desire was the type of love I wanted to give. Not receive back, but to give. And for some reason, I loved how Albus was perceiving the love itself somehow else.