Guilty
Vic,
I know I messed things up. Please give me a chance to make it up to you. Can I see you for your birthday this Saturday night? I know this is wrong to ask of you, considering you're a prefect - but if I met you this Saturday night in the secret passageway to Honeyduke's, would you come?
Yours,
Teddy x
Victoire stared at that word for a long while: Yours. If only that were true. She sighed, wondering whether it was safe to use that passageway what with Salvatore's recent use of it - but if they ran into him, she had no doubt Auror Teddy Lupin would be able to handle the situation. She prayed that wouldn't happen, though. Her last interaction with Teddy was awkward enough without her having to run into Salvatore while with him.
She half-feared what Teddy might have to tell her and half-longed to hear him confess any crumb of feeling he might have withheld from her. While she still harbored an intense crush on Teddy, she had to admit that Jade's words stuck with her: why now? After all this time, why should he choose now to confess his feelings, if that's what he planned on doing? Did it have anything to do with his suspicion that she'd moved on?
Then there was the matter of Salvatore Rookwood and the latest muggleborn attack. Teddy asked her to report anything suspicious she'd seen, and it was true that Salvatore was seen acting dubiously on more than one occasion. But she wasn't sure she could bring herself to tell on him to Teddy - something about that idea made her feel guilty without further evidence. So while she remained in possession of her cousin's cloak, she'd put it to good use. She'd follow Salvatore around once more and would let his actions be his sentence as to whether or not she alerted Teddy to him.
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Vic eyed Salvatore curiously during dinner in the Great Hall. He rarely socialized with other students, and when he did, he looked bored and like he'd rather be anywhere else. Perhaps it was lonely at the top of his gang of other Death Eater descendants in Slytherin House. He glanced at his watch, stood up and loosened his tie around his neck and undid several buttons; revealing a glimpse of his tattoos that looked to Victoire like flames and shadows.
She had taken to carrying the invisibility cloak around her at all times this week in case an opportunity like the one presented to her now came along. Once he was at a safe distance, she stood and followed him as he slipped outside. She threw the cloak over herself, treading lightly as she tried to keep up with Salvatore's brisk pace. He was walking with determination through the grounds heading straight to the Forbidden Forest.
Victoire tripped over a branch and a yelp of surprise slipped her tongue as she fell, causing Rookwood's head to whip around behind him in search of the noise's source. She covered her hand over her mouth, hardly daring to breath as his jaw feathered and brows knitted together. He looked seriously tired and angry, but Victoire wouldn't be put off her mission this time. Something about the forest was calling to her outside of Rookwood. The desire like a primal instinct to take off her cloak and run through the trees barefoot distracted her, and she didn't see Salvatore silently casting a detection spell around him.
She wondered weather she was being influenced by some sort of magical creature's powers when she followed him further into the forest. He paused as if he were waiting for something or someone. She stepped forward as gently as possibly to get a better look at him when her invisibility cloak was yanked off of her and her hands and feet were bound together with magical bonds.
"Didn't I tell you to stay out of my business, Weasley?"
Salvatore hovered over her, watching her squirm against her bonds as he kneeled to pick her up. He grabbed her and set her upright, pressing her against a tree none too lightly.
She threw him an equally angry look; feeling angry with herself for getting caught and feeling angry with him for acting like the devil she always knew he was. She wanted to be proven wrong, but sneaking into the Forbidden Forest was definitely filed under suspicious behavior she'd have to tell Teddy about.
"What can I say, I'm the nosy pain in the ass you accused me of being," she spat, not allowing him to intimidate her. "What are you playing at, Salvatore? Where are you sneaking off to all the time?"
"Not. Your. Fucking. Business," he punctuated each word as he tore buttons off his shirt, throwing it and his tie completely off of him. His bare torso looked ready for a magazine shoot between his buff arms and chest, six pack abdomen, and delicious V pointing beneath his pants. Victoire wanted to run her tongue over that V with special attention to its apex. His tattoos were on full view, and the hatefully sexy ink completely distracting her from the situation at hand.
"You don't even know what you might've just done," Salvatore growled; his deep, husky voice sending a shiver down her spine as his breath tickled her ear. He hovered over her neck, his beard scratching her in a way that made her want more. The devil in him disappeared for a moment with his head bowed into the crook of her neck, brushing her skin as if he might place an unexpectedly soft kiss there. Then it was back as his hand instead found her neck, his brown eyes threatening to make good on his promise of punishment.
"Looks like I was wrong, Prefect. You aren't the good little girl I thought you were."
Desire lit her almond shaped eyes, feeling magnetized and repulsed by the man in front of her. There was a good chance he had a part to play in the recent muggleborn attacks - she might not have had conclusive evidence of his guilt or innocence, but he was clearly eager to ensure Victoire didn't follow him around. That fact alone should've sent Victoire running for the hills, but she knew that her traitorous body would've been as firmly in place without the magical binds to her feet. She desired him with an impatient thirst she needed quenched immediately - and she had a feeling Salvatore knew exactly how much he was affecting her as he ran his finger along her collarbones, his fingers grazing the top of her breasts pushed up beneath her school shirt from her hands being tied at her front.
She hated how he affected her so much like that. The way he pushed her around and forced her to stay away, making her burn for him then running away. She felt like slapping him, if only her hands and her head could be free of his influence. She wanted him and hated him with equal fire; and she felt his desire for her pushing against her front in a way that had her panties wet for him.
She was done being pushed around by him. She fully intended to take control of the situation and show him what dominance looked like. She rubbed his throbbing cock atop his pants, her firm touch making his eyes close in pleasure as she ran her hand up and down along his thick length.
"And here I was worried you'd gone soft on me, Rookwood," she smirked tauntingly. "You promised me punishment, yes?"
His eyes flickered open, looking pissed at her insinuation that maybe he wasn't as big and bad as he threatened. He slid his hand beneath her skirt, brushing her inner thighs before sliding his fingers along her pussy, her wetness coming through from her lacy thong. He groaned at the feel of how ready she was to take him. He unbound just her legs, hooking one of her legs up and around his waist as he slid her thong aside, penetrating her with two fingers right away. She gasped as he did so, unprepared to accept the width though her pussy adjusted with a few pumps of his hand. She unbuttoned his zipper as he did so, needing to see and feel his pulsing cock against her; within her.
"Are you wet like this just for me, baby?" He asked, looking as though he wanted to devour her lips. She bit down on her lips in an attempt to stifle her moans, not wanting him to know how much she was enjoying him already. Truthfully, she was: he possessed her completely in this moment, and her thoughts were only on the dark haired, tattooed man in front of her as she felt pleasure building within her.
"I'm not your baby," she panted, though she was absolutely wet just for him.
He stared at her as he played with her, their eye contact holding enough heat to burn down the entire surrounding forest. "Maybe not yet," his mocking grin suggesting he knew damn well what he was doing to her. She crushed his lips to his just to rip that smug expression off of his face.
He undid the binds to her hands, allowing her to throw them around his neck as he lifted her into the air, both hands now gripping her thighs as they wound around him. She dug her nails into his bare back as his fingers bruised her skin from his tight grip. His cock rubbed against her entrance through her thong, the friction feeling so heavenly she wondered how this could be a sin.
He propped her against the nearest tree, mercilessly ripping her shirt off and exposing her bra. "Fuck," he groaned, admiring her body appreciatively.
He pulled one of her breasts out, claiming it with his tongue as he licked and sucked on it. He pulled on her piqued nipple with his teeth, the bite of pain heightening the pleasure she felt as his cock continued to rub against her clit. She dug her nails into him harder, drawing a bead of blood that made him hiss through his teeth. He'd once told her he liked a little pain, though the intensity in his glare just told her that she'd be paying for that assertion of her dominance over him.
He put her down, binding her limbs again as he pushed her to her knees. "What the fuck?" She groaned, squirming against the binds as she looked up hatefully at his smug expression and he zippered his pants but undid his belt.
"I'm thinking two hits for each time you've disobeyed my order to stay away from me, yeah? Does that sound fair to you, Libra?"
She felt her wetness for him roll down her pussy, the lack of his cock within her slowly driving her into insanity. She was on all fours, her wrists bound once again as she leaned on her forearms for him, her back arched with her ass in the air. He lifted her skirt up, exposing her drenched panties to him.
"Salvatore," she begged, brushing her thighs together in a desperate attempt for friction. He laughed darkly at her, rubbing her clit in slow, taunting circles. He pressed the cold metal of his belt against the fleshy skin of her ass, the coldness creating goosebumps on her skin.
"I like you begging for me, baby." He got on his knees, pressing his still hard dick against her pussy as he leaned over her arched back, whispering in her ear tauntingly, "But only good girls who listen get daddy's cock inside them."
She moaned as he pulled away, the lack of his cock within her punishment enough as he tortured her by rubbing her clit and denying her the penetration she needed. He slowly rolled down her panties, cursing before he kissed her kitty like he would her lips. He slid his tongue between her pussy lips, and she nearly screamed out his name in desire. He gripped her ass, deepening his kiss on her pussy like her wetness was his personal ambrosia. She pushed back on him, trying to ride his tongue just as he pulled away.
"Are you ready for your punishment?"
"Yes," she breathed, wanting to feel the sting of his belt to distract her from the torturous lack of his cock.
He whipped his belt across her ass, and she bit down her scream, refusing to let him hear how much she enjoyed this. He did it again, and she couldn't stifle her cry, a symphony of pain and pleasure.
He pulled her from behind up to her knees, spreading them apart as he reached his hand back up her skirt, finding her clit and continuing to rub it. She was panting against him, no longer fighting letting him hear how much she wanted this, wanted him.
He kissed her neck from behind like he was marking his prey and she leaned back her head against him. Her moans grew deeper as he pushed her closer and closer to her climax. "Will you listen to daddy next time he tells you to do something?"
"Yes," she breathed, a second away from coming.
"Good. Now come for me, baby."
She saw stars as she came for him, her orgasm sending the most intensely pleasurable ripple throughout her body. He unbound her as she settled down, and she made to grab his cock and had every intention of making him come for her next; but before she could he slid his hand over hers and took it off him.
"Go back to the castle," he said, throwing her shirt and her cloak back to her.
And with that he continued into the forest, about to do whatever it was he intended to originally. He'd driven her to maddening pleasure, but as she watched him leave, she was left with just pain knowing she had to report his activities to Teddy.