Post by RODOLPHUS ROBERT LESTRANGE on Oct 24, 2012 0:33:48 GMT
Just me being bored and deciding to write what happens with the two of them
Vivian was sitting in the Slytherin common room, alone, if you didn't count the multitude of fellow students mulling around her. And Vivian didn't. She never had, not really. And the only person she ever had counted wasn't in her life any more. Theo was somewhere in the common room, Vivian was sure, but for her own sake she had avoided looking for him. Sometimes she couldn't help her eyes subtly scanning the room, just for a second, looking for a mop of dark curly hair. But seeing him- especially if he was sitting with friends, talking, maybe even laughing or talking with another girl- always made her feel awful. It made the pit in her stomach feel that much worse.
The day was winding down, and it had been a long one. All of Vivian's days felt long now, though, so she supposed that wasn't much to go by. She wasn't sure if things were getting better or not. If they were then it wasn't in any measurable way. When Vivian allowed herself to feel, she didn't feel like things would ever get better. And so she didn't let herself feel much of anything, when she could help it. After so many years the coping mechanism came naturally to her. But even she couldn't deny that the feelings were still there, even if she ignored them. She had always been kind of empty, but now the emptiness had a name; Theo.
Students around her were doing homework, or playing games, or just talking and joking with their friends, girlfriends, boyfriends... whatever. Vivian sat in an armchair by the fire, still in her school uniform. Like most students, she often didn't bother to change after lessons, not if there wasn't anything going on, especially not if she was tired. And Vivian was tired. The day, like every day, had been an exhausting ordeal. Some people around her were whispering, but Vivian ignored it. She didn't care what they said about her and Wilkes. Vivian didn't know what stories he had told, and she didn't care to find out. Harder to ignore were the whispered questions of why Vivian Blackwell wasn't sitting with Theodore Nott.~
Rodolphus Lestrange was sitting with his brother and their usual group of Slytherin friends. They were talking about the usual- the upcoming war, the mudbloods who would get what was coming to them, and what the Dark Lord was doing now- but for once, Rod wasn't really listening. He was looking at Vivian Blackwell.
The Blackwell girl was beautiful, and right now sitting in the glow of the fire she looked even more so. Her skin looked as though it were lit from within, a pale golden colour that looked soft to the touch. Her hair looked soft too, long and wavy, gently curling at the ends. All her features, her lips, her eyes as she stared, not really seeing, they were all soft, all beautiful. But Vivian Blackwell wasn't soft. Everyone knew that. She was sharp as knives and hard as steel. And cold as ice. Or she had been, until now, it seemed. If Derrick was to be believed, Miss Blackwell had thawed somewhat. Derrick had been unable to resist boasting that Vivian had come and found him earlier that week, and that he had finally conquered what had seemed unconquerable; he had slept with Vivian Blackwell.
Rodolphus had always had as many girls as he'd wanted, but the idea of Blackwell had always intrigued him. But she was always cold, immovable. She was a cock tease, everyone said it. So Rod hadn't bothered. He really wasn't one for playing games, and beautiful as she was she was just another girl. But now, if she was opening up... well, he wasn't going to let Derrick keep her all to himself.
Bellatrix Black wasn't in the common room that night, which was good. Rodolphus was arranged to marry Bellatrix, as soon as they both left Hogwarts. But it was a match of convenience, not of love.
Neither of them had any delusions about that. And Bella knew that Rod had had his fair share of girls at Hogwarts. Still, it would have been disrespectful to pick up Blackwell in front of Bellatrix, and when Bella was upset she could get a little... unsteady.
Rodolphus stood up, and walked over to Vivian, feeling perfectly calm and confident. If Blackwell really was giving it up now, he saw no reason why she would deny him.
"Vivian," he said, sitting down on the Ottoman next to her chair, his elbows resting on his knees as he leant towards her, a slight smile playing on his lips. "Now what are you doing all alone?"~
Vivian looked up as someone approached, and saw Rodolphus Lestrange sit himself down in front of her. Immediately she wondered what exactly Derrick had been saying about her that was making other boys suddenly seek her out, but her curiosity waned quickly. Wilkes was unimaginative, and so she could easily guess what he'd been saying.
"Waiting for you, of course," Vivian replied dryly, not missing a beat despite her mind being elsewhere, and her heart on other things. But Rodolphus only grinned. He wouldn't be put out by her icy comments, not that she'd expected him to be. Not that she particularly wanted him to be.
She felt eyes on them, but that was nothing new. Vivian was used to having eyes on her, and she knew this would draw attention. For a split second she wondered if Theo was watching... but then she pushed him from her mind. She didn't want to think about Theo. She wanted to forget, and she wanted a distraction. She was growing tired- and all too familiar- with Derrick Wilkes.
Vivian looked at Rodolphus. He was two years older than her, tall, with dark hair and dark eyes. He always looked slightly unkempt, like he just didn't care, but if anything that made him more attractive. He had a beard of stubble that he never seemed to bother to shave. In many ways, he looked a lot like... no, no one. Rodolphus Lestrange looked like no one.
He was strong, exceedingly so, Vivian could tell just from looking at his arms. She imagined that his skin would be warm. He was saying something, but it seemed like her brain was a step behind her ears. She stared at him for a moment, as she realised what it was he was saying.
"Would you like to get out of here? Go for a walk, maybe?"~
And so Vivian had left the common room with him. She had seemed quite willing, and so it seemed that Derrick had been telling the truth. Or at least, a version of it. He knew Wilkes too well to believe him out right.
They had walked out of the castle, neither bothering to make small talk, which was nice. Too many girls insisted on non-stop chattering. It irked Rodolphus to no end. But Vivian didn't seem to feel awkward at the silence between them. The night was cool, as to be expected, and the grass was slightly damp. As they walked Rodolphus tossed out a few lines, about what a lovely night it was, but not as lovely as Vivian. About how beautiful she was. But it seemed like they both knew where this was going, and neither cared much to beat about the bush. When they reached a secluded spot, Rodolphus had stopped Vivian, slid a hand around her waist, and kissed her.
He had been right; everything about her was soft, in the most satisfying way. She had developed hips over the summer, he noticed, and her lips were soft against his. Rodolphus liked that. She was responsive enough, and after a little while Rod pulled away, unfastening his cloak and laying it down on the slightly damp grass, in a gentlemanly gesture, the kind expected of him even now. Vivian was quick on the uptake, and seemed to almost automatically move to lay on the cloak, as though she did this every day, though Rodolphus knew she didn't. He followed suit, and smirked slightly to himself. She was beautiful, a prize everyone wanted, a prize he intended to enjoy. Rodolphus lay on top of Vivian and kissed her deeply, pressing against her, his hands exploring her body, taking his time, doing exactly has he had done with many other girls in the past.~
Vivian let Rodolphus lay on top of her, her actions almost mechanical. She was just going through the motions, not really feeling anything. But slowly she allowed herself- or maybe it was more she forced herself- to get lost in him. She breathed him in and let her arms wrap around him. She felt the warmth of him pressed tightly against her. She let her body respond automatically and predictably.
Her eyes were tightly shut as she kissed him, her hands on his back, feeling every hard muscle as he moved against her, as she let his hands roam over her. And then the stubble of his beard grazed roughly against her, and suddenly it wasn't Rodolphus Lestrange laying on top of her, it was Theo. Theo was kissing her, and she kissed him back passionately. She could almost taste him, feel the way his lips had moved against hers for that split second. Theo's hands were exploring her body and she shivered slightly as he felt every inch of her through her clothes. And then his hand found the bare skin where her skirt ended, beginning above her knee, and his hand, Theo's hand, was sliding up her leg, pushing up her skirt, moving slowly but steadily, gripping firmly and softly...
"Stop."
Vivian twisted her head away from Rodoplhus- Rodoplhus, not Theo- and spoke, her voice slightly breathless.
"Stop," she repeated, moving her hand to his to stop him herself, to show him she was serious. This was too much, this was dangerous territory. Thinking of Theo was dangerous territory. And she wasn't comfortable with his hand up her skirt, with how he was touching her. He wasn't Theo to her any more, he was Rodolphus Lestrange, a stranger to her, and the feel of his hand there was foreign and horribly familiar all at the same time. She needed it to stop, and she pushed his hand away hard.~
Rodolphus smiled slightly against Vivian's lips as he felt her starting to respond, start to really get into it. So she wasn't made of ice, after all. She was human, just like the rest of them. His hands explored every curve through her clothes, but he was impatient for more. He moved his hand to her knee and started to push her skirt up. The skin of her thigh was impossibly soft and warm, and he knew that getting Vivian Blackwell out here alone had definitely been worth it. He would enjoy this.
But just as things were starting to get really good, he felt her turn her head away from him.
"Stop."
Rodolphus stopped moving his hand, but he didn't pull away either. He just stared at her in disbelief. What? Stop? Now? Then she repeated her command, and her hand was on his, and when she pushed him away he let her, though he let out a low angry growl as he did so. He wasn't going to force her, but... damn. What a tease.
"Come on, now," he said in a low voice, with a smile, turning the charm back on. "Don't be like that, Vivian." He started kissing her neck, in a way he was certain she'd like. "You don't want people saying you're a tease now, do you?"
Vivian seemed to be responding somewhat to his kisses on her neck, but no where near like she had been before.
"I don't care what people say," he heard her say. "I don't want to go any further than this. Tell them what you want, I don't care. No further." He felt her turn to look at him, and so he stopped kissing her to look back up at her. There was something so cold about her pretty little eyes. Something business like about the way he told her what she did and didn't want. And he believed her; she didn't care. "Can you handle that?" she asked him, and he grinned.
"Yes ma'am," he replied, still grinning slightly. So Derrick had been lying then, the little shit. Rodolphus was frustrated, but still, the evening hadn't been a complete waste. This was still enjoyable. He'd give the girl what she wanted this time, which seemed to be kissing and groping and not a lot more, and maybe they'd have a repeat performance. Maybe next time she'd be more open to him. Maybe next time he'd be more persuasive...~
Rodolphus replied to her laying down the law with a grin, which Vivian, despite herself, liked. He was much less whiny about it than Wilkes had been. Vivian knew that Rodolphus was arranged to marry Bellatrix Black, and so they both knew that this arrangement between them was nothing more than temporary, if it even went past this one night. That thought was comforting to Vivian; it was like a safety net. They could both use each other, and not have to deal with anything coming of it. Who knew, maybe she could turn this into a semi-regular thing? Maybe Rodolphus Lestrange could help get her through the coming months, help distract her...
He started kissing her again, and she let herself be distracted. But, as tempting as it was, she didn't let herself think about... him. Imagining that it was Theo was almost irresistible, but it was risky. She wanted to forget about him as soon as possible, forget about her feelings, and that wouldn't help. But it was so hard, especially when it was so easy to let herself wonder what it would be like if Theo kissed her like that, if he touched her like this... but if she strayed even slightly down that path, she'd be lost. So she focused on the here and now. On Rodolphus. On Rodolphus Lestrange. On his lips, and his body, and his scent, his warmth, him, and no one else. It didn't fill the emptiness inside of her, and it didn't take her pain away, but for a moment she was able to forget, and for now that was enough.
