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Hadrian Potter, Revenge

Chapter Eight: Serpent's Trap

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Hadrian rolled over in his bed, opening his eyes just wide enough to check the morning light filtering in from the ashen grey curtains that lined the windows. He guessed it to be just after 5 am, judging by the light. Groaning, he stretched his long limbs while his eyes fluttered in the attempt for more sleep, they wouldn't find any.

The bed sheets moved on the left side of the bed, only the slightest movement to let him know he wasn't alone. Hadrian saw the outline of a body, covered by sheets with only a stream of long dark hair visible, as it lay over the pillow like a swirl of dark angry clouds.

Perhaps that meant something?

Sitting up higher in the bed, Hadrian's forehead scrunched in thought, what happened last night? He vaguely remembered going out, he remembered he saw Marcus Flint... the fucker had jumped into a lake naked for a bet. Typical Slytherin's, with their ambitions to win and their sordid minds.

The lake had been full of Grindylows.

Sex...he remembered, yet the girls identity was blurred. Getting back home, he did not remember. He wasn't even sure if he had walked in through the front door. He had an excuse for all of this however, of course he did. It wasn't a common occurrence that he would lose total control of himself; alcohol, drugs and sex were not his vice. Fighting with Sirius was exhausting and he still wasn't sure that it was all over and therefore as a result he had agreed with Draco and Mason that a night out would do him good.

Of course, now he had a naked girl in his bed and a killer headache.

He moved his hand over and carefully moved the hair away revealing the girls face. Hadrian's eyebrows raised in surprise, she was very pretty and very natural, he didn't think she was wearing makeup at all. Her soft features opposed the harshness of her black hair and what it signified. She moved, rolling her body over to face him and he could see her whole face now.

Suddenly her lips pouted and her eyes blinked open.

Hadrian didn't move, he stared at her and she stare right back. She glanced down warily at his folded arms and naked torso, roaming over his scars and tattoos just a little while longer. It seemed like forever until she looked back up to his face and into his eyes, it was as if she didn't want to.

She was delaying it.

Hadrian smirked, she was nervous. Normally, Hadrian didn't like this bit, the after. He would wake up and his surly attitude would cause girls to run out of the room. This time however, he liked her looking and enjoyed her wide fearful eyes assessing him.

Before she could react, he was on top of her, his face inches from hers. He braced himself, leaning on his elbows, hovering closely. Of course she was frozen, not sure whether to push him away or to pull him closer. Her eyes danced worriedly over his face, waiting...

What was he going to do?

Hadrian wasn't sure what he was going to do, what he did know was that he liked her like this.. a frightened little mouse, trapped. He leant in, but before his lips could graze hers, she moved her head to the side, avoiding him.

He chuckled then, his breath dancing down her neck and his voice near her ear.

"That wasn't nice."

Alicia's heart was hammering. She didn't know where she was but she knew who she was with, it was Hadrian Potter. If she could speak, she would swear or curse, but she couldn't speak and now she couldn't even move. He was right there, inches away from her, his nakedness next to hers separated only by the tangled silk sheets that covered them both.

She had never seen him like this, so rough, so wild. At Hogwarts, he seemed totally in control, completely methodical. The school avoided the Potter, Black Heir, as he was an unknown entity. Students didn't understand him, couldn't grasp where Hadrian Potter had come from and how he ended up in Slytherin. Even the teachers seemed nervous around him, except his Head of House, Snape. Alicia, like many, knew Hadrian was in charge of Slytherin, despite his age, the older students seemed to treat him with both respect and admiration.

Therefore, she hated herself for wanting to run a hand through his dark curls, that seemed so untamable, it made him look young and feral. She wanted to avoid looking at him, his eyes burnt through hers and his lips curved into a smirk that was both sly and deadly. She swallowed heavily, her body was like electric and as he shifted his position the electricity danced, making her toes curl.

His lips came for her again, just below her ear, trailing along her jawline. She wriggled as his touch sent shivers all over her skin making her move her arms, placing them onto his shoulders and pushing him away. It wasn't a strong push, but enough for him to grab her wrist and plant them into the pillow above her head, holding her in place.

Alicia was trapped now.

"What are you doing?" She spoke breathily, her heart racing. She didn't like the smile on his face, it was amused and calculating all at once.

"She speaks..." Hadrian spoke, gazing at the girls face with amusement. He could tell she was uncomfortable, pushing him away was her attempt to not feel what he knew she felt.

Desire.

Perhaps fear too.

He sat up, pulling away the sheets covering this stranger.

She was now completely bare and vulnerable in front of him, her eyes were wide in shock as she covered herself. Her knees bent and her arms went to her breasts, it was as if she was trying to make herself as small as possible.

Leaning forward, Hadrian grabbed her ankles pulling her toward him, causing her to lay flat out in front of him. She was smooth and toned and completely helpless. He crawled his way over her, leaving the sheet behind him. Once he lay over her, did he kiss her.

It was forceful yet passionate.

Alicia was terrified, but she was also excited. When he kissed her she melted into a heated mess, her skin felt hot and prickly, it was as if she couldn't control her limbs. She felt him grab her wrists again and grip them effortlessly over the top of her head, she shouldn't like this, being trapped, but she did.

She was kissing him back now, his tongue entered her mouth and she nearly screamed at the heat of it. She felt his presence between her legs and she moaned in his mouth.

Hadrian didn't need anymore confirmation, holding her wrist with one hand, the other was now free to touch her body, grazing over her breasts, down her stomach to her navel, curving over her hip. He caught her leg behind the back of her knee and dragged it, hooking it over his waist.

"Open wider," Hadrian growled into her ear. He waited for sometime before licking between her breasts and growling once more, this time more demanding.

"You know the word, say it and I stop," Hadrian snarled and she shivered at his darkness.

Hadrian's eyes pierced hers and his jaw was clenched in frustration or anger she wasn't sure. She was sure that her heart was racing again, and she feared it would break or just burst outside of her chest. His sculpted body, tightened around hers and she found herself thankful that she knew what he looked like.

It was a silly, school girl notion.

As Hadrian waited, he could feel the girl's heart thud and her throat swallow in unease. She didn't respond to him, she only looked at him, her chest moving fast. Hadrian found his patience wain and before she could blink, he grabbed her other leg pulling it around him and pushed himself inside of her.

He growled as she gasped.

Alicia, didn't know why she had slept with Hadrian Potter last night. Perhaps she did know and had just ignored it the fact. Maybe pretending it was someone else would help to cease her worry and suspend her fear. Last night had been drunk sex, cloaked in darkness. Now there was no darkness, she was out in the open, right in the line of fire. Right now, there was heat and aggression and she was ashamed to admit she loved it.

Hadrian Potter was inside of her and she found herself both terrified and horny as hell. He still held her hands captive, so she couldn't touch him, she admitted it she wanted to. He moved between her legs not forcefully but not softly either.

It was aggressive and dirty.

She was annoyed at herself that she could be so helpless in his arms, so simple. She fought off the desire as he moved in and out of her. She clenched her jaw and shut her eyes. He must of felt her tense up, because he grunted in frustration.

"Don't test me, I could do this to you for a long time. Fucking feel." He growled in her ear, before pressing his lips against hers assertively and she moaned into him. It seemed she was attracted to this, she liked his insistence and strength.

All she could do was hold on, wrap her legs around him and enjoy it, he was in control. He never slowed, and the electricity was back and was doubled in power as it coursed through her skin. Her feet clenched and her breath caught as she felt herself lose it, slowly she trembled into an orgasm that started in her stomach and coursed through out her entire body. It wasn't long after that Hadrian felt himself lose it, panting he stilled.

He rolled to the side, still inside of her with her leg hooked over his hip. They lay for a moment, in silence, still connected. Alicia found herself flinch as Hadrian pressed his palm just under her left breast, against her heart.

Hadrian felt it beating fast, with jerky spikes of emotion.

She was scared.

"I scare you."

Hadrian proposed honestly, it was more of a statement than a question. Alicia shifted uncomfortably, it was as if he was looking through her, his eyes narrowed and she felt herself shudder. She had nowhere to go.

Instead of using words, not trusting her voice, she settled for a nod.

Hadrian grasped her chin forcefully, his eyes suddenly burning again with an unnatural ferocity. It was as if he was going to say something but decided against it just at the last second.

He let go of her. He moved out of her gently and yet despite the softness of the motion, it felt dispassionate. She wouldn't cry because there was no need for it, it all came down to silly girly insecurities.

Hadrian stood and walked toward the bathroom, his nakedness not at all bothering him. His confidence was extremely seductive and surprisingly infectious, as she soon brazened it and stood naked. She watched as Hadrian glanced back, his back strong and his stomach rock hard with ab muscle, as he leant against the frame of the bathroom door. Apart from the scars that littered his skin, it was mostly smooth and tan skin, he truly was beautiful.

"Shower?" He uttered interrupting her daze, voicing it without the implications of sexual propositions, however he raised a brow at her stripped bravery.

She didn't answer but walked toward him into the bathroom, he leant into the shower turning on the water, making sure it was warm. His hands came around her waist as he moved her with commanding authority into the shower, following in immediately after her.

Hadrian didn't touch her, well he did but it was completely mechanical, as if she were furniture at first, moving her away from the heated spray of the water, so he could stand directly under it. Alicia watched as this dangerous stranger closed his eyes and rubbed his hands over his face, letting the water clear away the invisible layer of exhaustion that lay there.

Hadrian, ignored the girl. Her body was frozen solid, despite the heat of the shower, her dark brown eyes were wide as if she was about to be eaten. Hadrian would be lying if he said he did not enjoy her fear.

He did.

"How did I find you last night."

The question startled Alicia, so much that she jumped a little and took a step toward him. His presence was too much even with the distraction of the water. His eyes held onto hers with severity but not enough harshness to make her hide away.

"The party, last night at Ethan Bexley's," She spoke, looking into his chest.

Hadrian pulled her closer; close enough that his front touched hers, she gasped as she fell into him but did not object. Hadrian leant across and picked up the soap and the sponge and handed it to his new visitor, motioning for her to wash his chest, eventually she did, her movements jagged and nervous.

Hadrian knew Ethan Bexley well, he was a popular Ravenclaw in 6th year at Hogwarts. Ethan was known for his parties and despite being a childish arrogant prick at times, Hadrian occasionally liked the boy. Hadrian supposed it came down to the fact that Ethan didn't really care about status and superiority as much as he made out. Ethan enjoyed hanging out with people he genuinely liked, whether they were rich or poor.

"Poppy invited me, Poppy Caxton." She said looking up to him, as if to prove she was allowed to have been at the party.

Hadrian wanted to snarl, Poppy Caxton was a prissy bitch. The girl had a superiority complex and attempted to control the school with her passive aggressive sweetness. The girl's tactics were brutal sarcasm and the attempt at making the entire female popular feel slutty and shameful with just one bitchy remark.

Hadrian had remembered she had once asked a Professor if she could start a mandatory meeting about sexual misconduct, suggesting that sex while not in a comfortable and durable relationship lead to shameful segregation within the school.

She never did mention it would come from her.

Hadrian had almost lost it when she had commanded his presence there, suggesting he wasn't pure. It was true he was far from it. However, nevertheless, it didn't take Poppy Caxton long to figure out you don't tell Hadrian Potter to do anything.

They had never conversed before and Hadrian at this point had left her well alone. However, she had gone to far with this one and only when alone in a corridor at Hogwarts did he stalk her into a corner. At the time, he thought he was going to hurt her and perhaps he did, his hands went around her neck and he let his darkness out, whispering it into her ear.

"The party, my bed and now in my shower," Hadrian spoke, coming back into the present.

He looked at Alicia and she looked away embarrassed or ashamed? Ashamed of sex, he didn't think so..

"Speak." It was more forceful than he intended, but it did the trick.

"It.. it was a dare.. I guess." Alicia stuttered out. Before she could blink she was up against the wall, her feet barely touching the ground, his hands were all over her.

"A dare, huh?" He whispered darkly, it didn't sound as if he was insulted, his voice however remained dangerously low.

"I came to the party with Jennifer Dawn and we had never been invited to one of Ethan's parties before, so we were just standing around. This girl, from Slytherin told us to join their game of truth or dare." Alicia blurted out, as if trying to appease Hadrian's quick temper.

Instead there was only amusement, "You played truth or dare with a Slytherin? Are you stupid.." Hadrian laughed, but it was chaotic, full of darkness and playfulness that made for a dangerous combination. Alicia wasn't sure whether to laugh with him, or cringe at his amusement.

"What was her name, this Slytherin girl?" Hadrian asked after a moment.

"Dahlia, I think, yeah Dahlia Yoxall." As soon as Alicia responded, Hadrian faced went like ice, the name obviously meant more to him than it did to her. The girl was in 5th year, a year younger than both Hadrian and Alicia, that she knew for sure.

"Your Hogwarts house, wait don't tell me," Hadrian queried, pausing suddenly.

She watched as Hadrian leant down resting against her chest, smelling the skin and running his tongue over her breast, dangerously close to her nipple.

"Yes, you practically taste of Gryffindor." His eyes pierced hers, biting and goading.

"Alicia, Alicia Spinnet." She said shaking, pretending not to feel it.

Pretending not to feel like she had just walked into a serpents trap.