Rating: NC-17
Word Count: 2009
Characters: Madeleine Yaxley (OC), Rabastan Lestrange

Madeleine awoke from dark, confused, ultimately delightful dreams with a new resolution: she was going to corner Rabastan Lestrange if it was the last thing she did, and convince him to try a little more touching. He had already touched her once, after all. Maybe that meant he would want to do it again.

Her campaign began that day in Potions class. Before class, she carefully made sure that one of her blouse buttons was undone -- one old Sluggy would be too embarrassed to point out to her -- and when they split into pairs to work on a Melting Mixture, she cast a sultry look in Rabastan's direction. To her delight, he inclined his head in agreement.

He watched her in silence as she made a show of bending over to chop ingredients or consult the text. At last, as she sucked her quill in feigned concentration, he spoke.

"Don't you know what happens to girls who tease?" he murmured, leaning as if to peer into the cauldron.

She hoped he could not hear her heart hammering against her ribs as she summoned up her most flirtatious smile and answered, "You could show me."

Rabastan gave her an evaluating look, then nodded, a wicked gleam dancing in his eyes. "Seventh floor," he said. "Right off the main staircase, second corridor on the left, down at the far end. See you there after supper."

The Melting Mixture came out horribly wrong, but Madeleine could not quite bring herself to care. That evening could not come soon enough.

It was not difficult for her to sneak away. The seventh floor was not out of bounds, and students were not required to return to their common rooms until nine o'clock, but still Madeleine felt a thrill of excitement as she ducked away from her classmates. Trysting with my lover, she thought, and giggled.

She had not seen Rabastan leave the Great Hall, but she had noticed recently that he moved like a big cat, and tended to slip away when one's eyes were averted. He would be there, she knew, waiting for her in the shadows. The thought made her quicken her pace.

She wished she had not worn the heels after all; he was sure to hear her coming, and wasn't the whole point of this experiment to startle and fluster him? But she was beginning to seriously doubt whether that would be possible.

There. A movement in the shadows. She turned toward it just as an arm closed around her waist from behind. Madeleine swallowed a shriek.

"It's not nice to sneak up on people," she hissed.

"Since when are you concerned about what nice people do, Yaxley?" His voice was low and soft in her ear, and she shivered.

His hands ranged over her body, caressing the curve of breast and hip and the soft flesh of her thighs, his chest pressed against her back. Her stomach fluttering with nerves and anticipation, she pushed his arm away so that she could turn to face him.

"Aren't you going to kiss me?" she asked, breathless.

His grin flashed in the darkness. "All right. If you like."

She turned her face to his, and his mouth descended on hers. But his kisses were hard and impatient, and his hands were everywhere, questing, demanding. One slid up the slope of her belly, under her blouse, to deftly flick open the catch of her bra between her breasts, while the other felt its way up under her skirt. Madeleine held her breath.

And then she gasped as those big, warm fingers rubbed once more against the fabric of her knickers.

"Mmmm," Rabastan said, mouth pulling away from hers. "Nice and wet."

Without warning, he yanked the thin cotton to one side and plunged a finger roughly into her. She squeaked and struggled against the unexpected intrusion as his brow furrowed in suspicion.

"You a virgin or something, Yaxley?" he asked incredulously.

Wordlessly, she nodded. The finger inside her felt very different from her own, and her mind whirled as she tried to decide how she felt about it.

A grin spread across Rabastan's face in the dim light. "You dirty little girl! You looking to get your cherry popped?"

She shook her head violently. "No!" she pleaded. "I have to stay pure!"

"Really?" he said skeptically. "Because your cunt's telling me a different story."

His finger moved inside her, and she whimpered and pressed against his hand. It felt good. But not as good as it did a second later, when he rested his thumb against that sensitive nub. She moaned softly.

"Seems like it's telling me you could benefit from a good, hard fucking," he continued conversationally, holding her steady with one hand while the other played havoc with her senses.

"Please, don't!" she moaned. "I like -- doing this. Please, I'll do anything but that."

The finger disappeared, and a hiss of frustration escaped from between her teeth.

"Anything?" Rabastan asked softly, drawing his wet finger across her lower lip, a challenge.

She met his eyes defiantly, and her tongue flicked out to give his finger a deliberate lick. The taste was odd and musky, but not unpleasant.

"Please," she whispered again. "I'll do anything if you'll just --"

"Make you come?" he asked.

She nodded wordlessly, heart hammering, butterflies fluttering wildly in her stomach.

"All right," he said at last. "I promise not to fuck you until you ask for it. But you have to do what I say."

Breathlessly, she nodded again. Everything was going a lot faster than she had anticipated, but still according to plan.

"Good girl." The smile curled on his lips once more. "Now, unlace me. I want to feel those soft little hands on my cock."

Madeleine did not hesitate. Eagerly, she fumbled with the laces of his flies, fingers brushing against the bulge behind the fabric. A few tugs of the laces and his trousers gaped open. She plunged her hand recklessly into the dark gap.

His flesh was hot and hard in her hand, and she could feel his pulse beating slower than her own between her fingers. Maybe it was just the darkness, she thought, but he felt a lot bigger than she had expected. Her fingers and thumb curled around the shaft did not quite meet.

Rabastan gave a grunt of pleasure. "Good," he said.

His hands came around her waist, and she felt herself being lifted off her feet. Then there was rough stone against the backs of her legs, and she found herself sitting on a window ledge, her back pressed against cool glass. Starlight shone past her shoulders, barely illuminating his face as he shoved her skirt up around her waist and spread her legs wide to stand close between them. Her knickers had shifted back into place as he had moved her, and now the head of his staff rubbed against the damp fabric, just over the really exciting spot. Her head fell back to rest against the glass as she moaned out loud. She had been right; it felt much better when it was him touching her. Her eyelids fluttered closed.

Then his fingers were back, pulling the fabric of her knickers to one side again. She gasped and let go of him to push him away from her, but he slapped her hands aside and gripped her thighs hard to keep her from moving.

"I promised, didn't I? You have to trust me, or there's no deal."

"I trust you," she whimpered, but she didn't really.

He rubbed the tip of his staff teasingly against her entrance. "I could, you know," he said in a low voice. "I could do it right now, and there's not a thing you could do to stop me."

"I know, " she whispered, mouth dry, heart racing. The sensation was so intense that it was all she could do to bite her lip and keep herself from begging him to just put it in. When she felt him pull away, she breathed a sigh half of frustration and half of anguished relief.

"God damn it, I want to fuck you, Yaxley!" he declared, fingers digging into the flesh of her thighs. "You are so damn hot. You'd love it, too. I'd make you scream."

He leaned in close to whisper in her ear, and she could feel the heat of him not quite touching between her legs. "You know it doesn't count if I don't put it all the way in, right?" he said in a cajoling voice. "If you don't bleed, you're still a virgin. Let me just put it in a little way, so you can see how it feels. You can tell me when to stop, okay?"

She could not think, could not speak. All she wanted was for him to give her that same sense of release she had given herself last night in her bed while thinking of him. Hesitantly, she nodded, opening her eyes once more.

Her vision had adjusted to the dim light, and she watched, wide-eyed as the blood-darkened flesh pressed against her once more. She moaned again as she felt herself open to his slow, relentless advance. The head of his cock stretched her wider than his finger had, but it didn't hurt. It felt good.

"You like that?" he asked, voice rough with pleasure.

"Yeah," she breathed, trying to hold perfectly still.

Very slowly, he slid in another half inch, and then another. He was halfway inside her before she gasped, "Stop! You're hurting me!"

He stopped.

She knew that if she felt a sharp pain, it would be all over and she wouldn't be pure anymore.

"You promised," she reminded him, almost tearfully.

With a reluctant sigh, he nodded and pulled back a little. Then slid in, back and in again, creating tiny, rhythmic movements between them.

"God, you feel good, Yaxley!" he growled. "So fucking tight! You like this?"

"Yes," she whispered. Her heart was pounding with fear and excitement, but the slippery movement between them felt too good for her to want to stop.

"I'll make you come," he said, a wicked gleam lighting his eye. "But you have to beg me for it."

Her pride had long since deserted her. "Please!" she gasped. "Please, Rab. Make me come!"

"I'm going to stay in you while I do it," he informed her.

"Okay." Her answer was little more than a sigh. She liked the feel of him there.

His fingers were against her nub then, stroking and rubbing, and he was inside, stretching her, and it was so wonderful that it was all she could do to keep from pushing hard against him and taking him all the way inside her.

She could feel the familiar pressure building, only bigger and better than when she had done it to herself. She wasn't sure she'd be able to control the movements of her body when the moment came.

"God, that feels good," he growled as her muscled clenched tight around his swollen member. "You're gonna make me come too, if you're not careful, Yaxley!"

"Don't!" she cried, panicked. "Not in me!" And then her climax broke over her and she almost screamed.

True to his word, Rab gripped her thighs tight and held her perfectly still as the sensation rippled through her body. Then he growled and pulled himself out of her. He yanked her roughly off the window ledge, jarring her knees painfully against the cold stone floor, and pressed his cock, still dripping with her juices, to her lips.

"Suck me!" he commanded.

She opened her mouth hesitantly, and he thrust in hard, almost choking her. It was only a few seconds before he groaned and something hot and bitter shot onto her tongue. She swallowed reflexively, making a face at the taste.

"Not bad, Yaxley," he told her a moment later as he retied the laces of his flies. "I think you'll like fucking, though. Let me know when you want to give it a try."

The Education of Madeleine Yaxley © 2008 Skjaere