She smelled so lovely. A combination of fresh cut grass and vanilla mixed into an intoxicating scent that even then still filled his nostrils. If he closed his eyes he could remember the delicate look on her face as his fingers caressed her lips. She was so scared, so beautiful. If Scabior had the chance he would screw the fear out of her. Make it so that the only thing the little chocolate woman would be thinking was when he would touch her again.

Rolling onto his back the man folded his arms above his head as he looked up at the ceiling. This would be the fourth night the mugblood had kept him awake. A head full of fantasies and a damn near painful erection. She had done this to him. And he was more than willing to repay the favor

Freeing his erection the man slid a hand over its length and imagined what it would be like to plunge it into the warm center of the cute little quiditch player he had cornered a few days back. Remembering the whimper she had given out the moment his finger slid across her mound did nothing to relieve the fantasy he was having and he smiled thoughtfully at what other sounds he could get her to make.

She had such soft lips. Round and trembling when he touched them oh and when he kissed her it was like heaven. Her mouth had more than stirred his need but when he touched her that was when he really felt himself harden. The way she watched him wide eyed and ashamed as he licked the remnants of her from his fingers. Delicious, sweet.

She had been so wet despite it all and if it had not been for his "friends" he would have taken her then. If memory served him his Angel's body was more than willing. Closing his eyes he smiled again. She needn't worry. He would make sure to give her what she wanted and he would make sure she returned the favor.

He was a patient man. If he could wait four months to touch her he could wait a little bit longer to have her. And have her he would.