It was getting late and the Hufflepuff wasn’t exactly sure why she was out of her dorm, but for some reason she felt the need to go look at the stars. Thus, the girl was up in the Astronomy Tower well after curfew, staring into the heavens and wondering who she might be meant for in the long run. She’d come to terms with the fact that she had a bit of a big crush on the boy who lived, but he only noticed her because she was his godfather’s kid. If Felicity was just some normal seventh year, he’d never have given her a second glance, and that hurt.

As she looked at the sky, she wondered if there was a boy somewhere looking up at the same stars thinking about a girl like her. She just wanted to feel loved and wanted. Was that really so much to ask? It sure seemed like it judging by the fact that she was so unable to even make friends. It seemed like everyone hated the way she was so interested in muggle medicine and muggles in general. Plus, people didn’t like that she was so against confrontation.

”Is it really so bad to hate fighting?” she sighed, leaning against the window with her blonde hair falling down her back. By this time her school uniform was rather rumpled and her tie was loosened to an extent that it wasn’t doing much at all anymore. Her bag was a few feet away from her against the stone wall, and her wand was somewhere in it with the books. She wasn’t worried though. She was alone with the stars, and they weren’t about to hurt her.

The appearance of the Slytherin had Felicity breathing quicker, her heart fluttering as he stood so close. She knew of him, since he was in her year and everything. Lestrange. His first name, Leyton, always intrigued her. She found it rather charming. Sounded like the type of name a knight might have had back in medieval times. She let his words wash over her and wondered if he was right. Perhaps she should be more willing to fight for what she believed in, since they were in a war. She sighed and leaned back slightly, feeling his body and jumping forward a bit until she was against the window, trying to keep her body from grazing his.

”We’ll need nurses though, to patch the fighters up. I could do that. I could save lives, rather than taking them…” she said softly, not really believing her own words. She knew she’d have to hurt people at some point in the future, especially given who her father was and who she was getting to be close friends with. She just didn’t want to think about that. Instead, Felicity focused on the boy’s other words.

With a blush, she tucked her hair behind her ear and turned around to look at him through this lashes, her bum pressed against the windowsill. ”B-boyfriend? Oh, I don’t h-have a boyfriend. I was just looking at the stars…” She blushed even deeper as she realized he’d just called her pretty. Nobody had ever called her pretty before. Well, no one other than her mum, and that didn’t really count. Felicity was much more used to boys calling her strange for her love of medicine and her intense studying habits.

”I g-guess I lost track of time…”

Oh, he called her beautiful! Felicity felt her cheeks flare and knew she’d be blushing all night if he didn’t stop with these silly words. Oh, but she didn’t want him to stop. They were making her feel so good inside. Her tummy was tightening in a strange way and she couldn’t help but feel a little warmer at his closeness, even as the wind from outside swept through her hair.

”You would? I-I mean…” she looked to her feet and giggled slightly, feeling more like a little third year than the strong seventh year she was. She’d never had this kind of attention before, and she was eating it up.

She looked at him again, staring with slight worry in her eyes. ”You won’t report me for being out of bed, will you? I can’t get into trouble! I have too much riding on my graduating with good marks and some decent references. I don’t have any connections through my mum, and the rest of the family isn’t exactly there, and… Oh please tell me you won’t report me.” It was one of her worst fears- the teachers thinking less of her and it causing them to give her less of a recommendation to St. Mungo’s or whichever medical program she pursued.

”Oh, thank you!” The Hufflepuff bounced on her toes when the boy said he wouldn’t turn her in, effectively brushing her body against him but not really noticing enough to care. She was just so pleased that he would keep this little secret. He’d called her beautiful again and he’d even kissed her cheek! She felt like she was floating on a cloud, all this attention going straight to her head.

When he asked her for a proper kiss, she giggled lightly and wrapped her arms around his neck, one foot popping up behind her a most feminine way as she leaned in with a giant grin and pecked him on the lips. That was a proper kiss, right? Her arms were still around his neck and she was looking into his eyes with a girlish wonder dancing in her own.

”I guess I am pretty lucky you found me, huh?” She sighed, relaxing against his body and feeling really… special. She never felt this way, especially from a boy’s words and touch. It was a curious feeling, but she found she kind of liked it. ”Well, I think I’m done with the stars for tonight. I um… I guess I should head back to my… dorm…” The words came out, yet her body didn’t make to move away from his.

He kissed her and it made her gasp. The nipping was unexpected and hurt a bit, but it also made her tummy do that clenching thing and she had to hold back a whimper. Their faces were so close… and those eyes were gleaming with something she couldn’t quite place. Her lucky night. Yeah, that seemed pretty accurate to Felicity.

”Oh, I couldn’t take you back to my dorm. Other houses are strictly forbidden, and boys can’t go into the girl’s dorms anyway. You’d be spotted in a second in the common room and I’d be in terrible trouble,” she said softly, finding her fingers couldn’t quite help but work their way up toward the boy’s hair.

She tilted her head at him, wiggling the digits in his thick locks. ”Maybe I could spend a bit more time up here with you, though. It might get boring though. I’m not very good at conversation…”

His words were so smooth, so… well, Felicity didn’t really know what the words to describe them would be, but that stupid tingle in her belly was getting worse. His fingers at her hip were making her skin prickle, nerves on edge by his closeness and the unfamiliar touches. Nobody held her like this before, and she found that it made her feel… wanted. It made her feel good.

”Well, like I said, not so great at conversations here. So um…” she trailed, biting her bottom lip and looking down at the closeness of their bodies. ”What other things did you have in mind?” She let her eyes flick back up to his, peering through heavy lashes as she pursed her lips, hoping she wasn’t being foolish and asking too many questions.

In a way, Felicity was well aware that this probably wasn’t the best situation to be with. A boy she’d just met, a dark, empty tower, his lips on her jaw and whispering at her ear… But in another way, Felicity had been screaming for attention for so long. She just wanted someone to tell her she was pretty. That she was worth it. And he had. And now she would do anything for him to keep saying those precious words.

”I-intimate?” Felicity stuttered with a bright blush. She didn’t know much about intimacy, but she was pretty sure it meant more than the little peck she’d tried to thank him with. Perhaps that… ‘proper’ kiss he’d given her was what he meant. He did seem to want her to try and perfect the method. The way he talked made it seem like a lesson. Like he was a professor and she his student. She giggled rather girlishly. ”Okay Professor,” she said shyly, squeaking a bit when his hand slipped to the hem of her skirt.

Absently, Felicity noticed that they’d yet to use each other’s names, but she figured it was just because they hadn’t needed to. She knew he was Leyton Lestrange, what with having classes together since their first day at school. Surely he knew who she was as well. Right? Right. Of course he knew who she was. Otherwise he wouldn’t be touching her thigh and leaning into her like that.

Felicity looked into the boy’s blue eyes once again and smiled softly, leaning her face in to press her lips to his with some hesitance. He’d just kind of… used his teeth, but she didn’t really feel comfortable with that idea, so instead she slid her tongue along the boy’s lips. She tilted her head slightly so she could mesh her lips against his more fully. The girl wasn’t really sure what she was supposed to do next, but she had read something about tongues wrestling in mouths. It sounded weird at the time, but now she felt like she should try it.

The Hufflepuff slid her tongue gently into the boy’s mouth, not having a clue what she should do with it once it was there. How did one wrestle a tongue? She was so confused, but having her lips against his felt nice, and his fingers on her thigh were definitely making more of the tingles sprout in her belly. She felt a weird tightness between her legs and was mildly concerned about it, but instead of worrying too much she simply pressed her body into his and let her arms rest against his chest, doing what felt right.

Of course she knew what people did, but it wasn’t something she thought about often, or at all really. Felicity was naïve enough to think that those kind of things only happened in books or once people were grown and married. She’d never really thought about doing anything… intimate… when she was in school. And yet, here she was, seemingly in one of those ‘intimate’ settings with a boy while she was still very much a student. And it felt… good.

The kiss was very nice, and the way he kissed her jaw was quickly becoming one of her favorite things in the world. His fingers seemed to be moving around more, but Felicity was lost in the feeling of his hot breath on her skin. She didn’t even notice he’d crept toward her most private of placed until she felt his fingers tug on her panties, and she squirmed slightly, panting and squeaking in slight fear and great curiosity.

She felt her tummy clench and squeezed her thighs together as his fingers slid down between her legs, wiggling in a way that made her squeal, hands tightly grasping his shirt. She’d never even touched herself there, let along let someone else touch her like this. Merlin, did it feel amazing! She whimpered and rested her chin on his shoulder, leaning into him so that she wouldn’t fall as her knees shook.

He called her love, and she tightened her thighs even more, squeezing his fingers in the process. Her hands were still clenched tightly in his shirt as she panted into his ear, eyes closed as the lovely sensations raced through her body. She felt her panties becoming damp and whimpered again. Was that supposed to happen? She knew she hadn’t peed, so why was there wetness down there? She probably should have paid more attention to the chapters of her books on sex and arousal and such, but it just made her blush so much she skipped over all that.

”It feels really good,” she squeaked, eyes still closed. ”I-is it supposed to feel like… l-like butterf-flies are in my belly and… and…” she fought the blush as she whispered the next bit. ”And kind of like I peed my pants a tiny bit?”

The boy’s knee between her legs made Felicity feel oddly exposed considering he had his hand between her legs fondling her in ways that made her feel like a bundle of electricity fighting to explode. It was so strange to feel this way and to be touched like this and… the sensations were building inside of her and she barely understood what was going on as the Slytherin pulled her panties all the way down and undid his own belt.

His words told her it was okay that she was feeling overwhelmed. They also told her that something more was soon to come, and that had her eyes going wide as his pants slid down and she tried not to look at his… thing. Of course, she saw it, and it looked so large and intimidating… And then he was talking again and pulling her hips forward so she was almost touching it and he warned her that it might hurt and he called her pet and it was just all too much!

The entrance was anything but gentle, and nothing near slow, and she only held back a scream by biting her lip so hard she tasted metal in her mouth. Tears streamed instantly from her eyes with his intrusion, and she clenched all her muscles inside in an attempt to keep him out. It didn’t work, however, and it seemed to make the pain even worse. She whimpered in his ear, her chin still on his shoulder.

”Please, stop. It hurts. Please,” she cried, tears flowing freely down her face, surely soaking into his shirt, which she still clung to, though now it was out of pain rather than pleasure. She felt like she was being torn apart. And he hadn’t even really moved yet! She knew at least a bit about what happened during actual penetrating sex, which meant that she at least knew there was more movement involved. Felicity couldn’t imagine what it would feel like when he shifted inside of her.

The Hufflepuff tried to pull away, but found she couldn’t. He was holding her hips still, and he was much stronger than her. She was trapped and her world was a burning pit of pain, and all she wanted was to go back to the Hufflepuff dorms and cry herself to sleep. Perhaps a hot shower first. If she could even still stand. But he wasn’t done with her, she knew that much, and all she could do was silently scream as she closed her eyes tight against the intrusion that was Leyton Lestrange.

”I don’t want this. It hurts. It hurts. Please.”

He rocked his hips and a world of hurt exploded between her legs and into her abdomen, but then he started talking to her like she was supposed to like it and Felicity was so confused. She couldn’t stop crying no matter how she tried, and it wasn’t feeling better. It hurt. He even touched her but at this point his touch repulsed her. He hadn’t prepared her for this, and she wasn’t capable of relaxing! How could he think some touching would make this okay?

Then he pulled away from her and it was almost like a tearing sensation as the pressure was released from her core. It still burned, and it felt like she was somehow broken down there, but at least there wasn’t an insane amount of pressure inside of her anymore. She stared at him with a shaking bottom lip, eyes still spilling tears as she pulled at her panties to put them back where they went, at least as best as she could. Her thighs were wet and sticky and she didn’t want to know why. She just wanted to go to the common room and then to the bath. If she could get her legs to carry her that far.

His words stung as badly as his assault had, and she barely resisted the urge to smack him. Instead, she shoved past him, running down the stairs and nearly falling down them but somehow managing to stay on her shaking feet. Was she really supposed to just give stuff like that up? Was she a tease? She felt horrible about herself and about the situation and about everything.

Somehow, her legs carried her through the right passages and corridors to reach the Hufflepuff common room, and her mind forced the password from her lips before she got inside and crashed to her knees in a heap of sobs.