The American

Good Luck Charm.

Laurel

Febuary 14th, 1996

Valentines Day

Quidditch. It’s all the school talks about on the days where matches are to take place. Slytherin vs. Huff-n-Puff as I call them since I can’t ever remember what they’re really called, not that I care to remember, if I do one day, then I do.

I was getting dressed for the game when there was a knock at my bedroom door. I walked to the door to open it to see Cassius Warrington standing there leaned up against the door frame. I raised my eyebrow at how comfortable he seemed. “Can I help you?” I asked the brunette. “I was just wondering if you were going to the quidditch match today..”

I smiled at his curiosity, it was pretty cute, but I needed to play as if I wasn’t desperate. He and I had been briefly flirting back and forth with each other over the last couple of weeks, he was a major distraction from the Clayton drama, who by the way still has yet to write me again.

I decided not to write him and break up with him, rather than wait until he came over the summer if he still planned to, and do it then, but in my mind we were broken up, so I was free to do whatever I wanted. He didn’t seem to have a problem with being with other girls, why should I have a problem with just flirting with another guy, even if it doesn’t progress into anything.

“Yes, I’m going.” I dryly responded while turning around to grab a coat and scarf to wear since it was pretty cold outside. I heard his footsteps follow behind me. “I was wondering if you’d walk to the pitch with me.” He asks.

“Why?”

“I just want you to walk with me out there. I understand if you-”

“No, it’s fine. Let me grab a pair of gloves and we can go.” I told him. I did as I said, and we began towards the quidditch stadium together. Along the way, once we exited the castle, he grabbed my hand and intertwined our fingers causing me to slightly blush. It was a cute gesture.

He lead me towards the dressing rooms which were just outside the stadium before unexpectedly pulling me inside. “Cass, what are-” I was completely cut off by his face smashing against mine, connecting our lips. I pushed him back. “What are you doing?” I said in utter confusion.

“I just- I’m sorry. I thought you’d give me a good luck kiss before...” He trailed off, fluttering his eyes towards the walls. I chuckled slightly. “You could have asked. I would have said yes.” I replied. His face lit up while snapping back to mine. “Really!?” He asked, and I nodded before leaning in to kiss him again with my hands planted on both sides of his face.

What harm could a kiss do, right?

Or so I thought.

I was getting into the kiss, our mouths in perfect rhythm together when I heard him whisper one small, yet powerful word.

“Imperio.”

It was like my body was possessed. I couldn’t control what I was doing. I tried to fight it, but subconsciously I came to conclusion that I was weak.

“You’re such a pretty girl, Laurel.” He cooed into my ear.

“Get on your knees.” He demanded. The curse took over my body, and I reluctantly fell to the floor on my knees. I watched as he unbuckled his belt, pulling off his pants revealing his now erection to me. “Let’s see if you’re as good as your little American boyfriend says you are in the letters he’s sent you. Put your mouth on my cock.”

I obliged, opening my mouth enough to take his length into the back of my throat while still fighting the curse.

Bite him, Laurel. Just bite him!

I couldn’t, I could only do what he asked.

“Fuck, and to think Nott gets to experience this too? Lucky bloke, that’s for sure.”

Thankfully for me, he didn’t take long to finish. Not long at all. “Get up and get undressed.”

Fight it, Laurel. FIGHT!

I was trying, hard.

“Warrington, you in there?” I hear someone say in the distance. “Fuck. Get out.” He snaps at me causing me to break out of the curse. I hurried out the dressing rooms on the opposite side so no one would see me and fled towards my dorm. There was no way I was going to sit there and watch that, not after he practically just raped me. I mean, sort of. Fuck, I don’t even know what to consider that as. What the hell is wrong with these boys?

A few hours pass, I was sitting in the common room going over some of my charms homework when a bunch of students began to parade in cheerfully. My assumption was that we won the match, no surprise there though. I had overheard many students brag and boast about how great our team was, especially Malfoy, who I had recently discovered had a first name, Draco. Luna wasn’t kidding when she said most of the students at this school had very original names.

I still hadn’t spoken to him, but it didn’t really bother me as much. I’ve been particularly busy trying to avoid him after he healed my hand that one day and proceeded to act as if he had never spoken to me. It didn’t initially hurt my feelings, but as days went on, I thought about it more and more.

It did bother me.

And I don’t know why.

“How much different can you be? First, you talk funny, dress funny, and have a weird name, and now you hate quidditch? How are you even a witch?” Astoria griped at me when she noticed me sitting at the table studying. She’s really one to talk when it comes to weird names. Astoria? What kind of fucking name is that? “Really, Astoria? You’re wasting your time talking to that homewrecking mudblood?” Pansy chimed in.

I really hated her.

“Draco, baby. There you are!” She adverted her attention to the blonde boy as he entered the common room. “You did so good today. Let’s go celebrate!” She cheered while getting cozy nestling her head into his chest. He didn’t looked too enthused by her excitement that he won the match, but didn’t immediately push her away. Instead, he gazed upon the room, locking eyes with mine, though I quickly broke the contact before anyone could notice when I heard him say “Not tonight, Pans. Maybe another time.”

She groaned at the rejection he gave.

“Seriously, Draco. What the hell is going on! We haven’t had sex in weeks!” I felt myself holding back laughter, she sounded like a little chihuahua which is unfortunate because she looks like a pug. I could only comfortably make that comparison if she sounded like she were snorting or grunting when she whined, but no, it was too high pitched, very annoying. “Have you ever thought that maybe I have other things going on in my life aside from having sex with you?” He retorted. She stood back with her hand on her chest dramatically, appalled at his words.

“What could you possibly be doing that is more important that me!?” She spat, now enraged and offended. I needed to leave the room. This was too funny, and if I endured anymore of this conversation, I would have laughed so hard that I probably would have been cursed again, but with the cruciatus curse.

I started up the stairs, and heard distant arguing still. I don’t know why they couldn’t just take their conversation to a private room, unless he wanted it to be heard.

I reached the hall when I overheard a few of the boys talking. Talking about a very particular incident that happened earlier.

“Mate, I told you I’d get her to suck me off.”

Warrington.

Instead of charging up to him right away, I decided to eaves drop on the conversation.

“I was about to fuck her too until Malfoy showed up. Bloody fuck ruins everything just because he hates his sex life with Pansy.” He continued while the rest of the boys snickered. “Well then I guess we all owe you then. How much was it again?” One of the boys asked, I think it was Montague.

“Five galleons each.” Warrington replied just before I heard the clinking sound of coins. “Nott’s a pretty lucky bloke though. He’s probably hit that many times.”

“Right, mate? I can just sense the sexual tension between them. Probably why Daphnes been on edge lately. Been getting his dick wet somewhere else.”

Why does everyone think I’m dating my brother!?

“Bloody Malfoy, mate. I was so close to doing the same.”

I’ve had enough. He wants to play this game, and make me the wager? He’s got another thing coming for him. I stood up straight, and strode up to the group of boys, there were four. Warrington, Montague, Blechley, and Pucey. Disgusting.

“Oh, Cass..” I said as I began to approach the boys. “Watch this.” Warrington muttered to the boys with a smile on his face.

“Hello there, darling. I was just telling the boys here what a good fuck you are.” He says. I laughed. He really wouldn’t know.

“Oh, yeah. I actually wanted to speak to you about that. So, I grew up around no maj/muggles, and they make this medicine for sex..” I said. The boys eyes widened, enticed by the word sex. Typical.

“Anyways, it’s a little blue pill, it helps get your um, little friend down below get all ready when it’s time to do the deed. Thought you might want to try some for you know, next time.” I smirked.

His cheeks quickly turned to a deep shade of red. He had no words. “I can get some for you if you’d like.” I tease. His friends now covering their mouths to prevent the snickers that were trying to escape. “Listen here, you slut. The only reason I gave you the best dick of your life, was because I was dared to, and if I completed it, they’d pay me.”

“Ooh, you’re so broke you have to result to dares to earn money. What happened to the old fashioned Slytherin way? How did it go again? Oh yeah, have rich parents.” I laughed.

“You wouldn’t know anything about that now would you? Your parents probably didn’t want you.”

He was cruel. He struck a nerve. I felt my smile quickly fade. He was right. If my birth parents wanted me, they wouldn’t have sent me to a different country to live in a no-maj family.

I was furious. How dare he? I quickly took a swing at his face, nearly missing because I was so frustrated when I felt someone from behind me grab me and quickly pull me away into a room.

“What the hell, I was handling that!” I yelled once the person set me down.

“Malfoy? Why’d you do that?” I quickly asked in realization that it was him. “You were starting trouble. I’m a prefect. It’s my job to prevent trouble.” I laughed.

“Pucey is a prefect too, but you didn’t see him trying to stop anything.”

“Pucey is an ass. He’s friends with Warrington. He doesn’t care about you. If I hadn’t stepped in, Warrington probably would have really hurt you.”

Why do you care if I get hurt?

“I’ve been meaning to talk to you about something too, but I haven’t known how..” He starts off saying, his eyes never once leaving mine until he turns to walk to a nearby desk. I came to conclusion that this was his room, but it was a single. “Is Nott your brother?” He finally blurts out.

“I-um.. What gives you that impression?”

He grabbed what looked like a crumpled piece of parchment and handed it to me. “Is this yours?” He finally asks. I took the paper and skimmed over it, shocked and suddenly embarrassed that this was in his possession.

My letter from Rachel.

“How did you get this?” I asked him fearfully.

“I found it on the library floor and picked it up-”

“Do you always pick up random pieces of paper that are throw on the floor and read them!?” I was angry. Furious. “If I say yes, will you forgive me?”

Forgive him? Is he delusional?

“You can’t tell anyone.” I say before turning towards the door. “Please.” I say again before exiting with the letter in my hand.

A part of me wanted him to stop me. Another part wanted him to tell everyone the real truth about Theo and I, but I just had a knowing feeling he wouldn’t say a word to anyone.

A/N Sorry for the slow update. Every time I go to write, I get sidetracked or completely forget what to write. Anyways, things are about to start heating up in the next couple of chapters, I promise!

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