Disclaimer: Blood kink
Soon we won't be seeing so much of Cameron anymore.
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"George!" I shrieked, jumping away as he used the water spell to throw water at me. "Babe, we've talked about this. You don't want to mess with me."
My boyfriend chuckled and crouched down to where I sat on the floor. He placed his hands against the wall on either side of my head, and while in a crouched position, he leaned closer, brushing his lips past mine but never really touching.
"Is that so?" He whispered. "What're you gonna do about it?"
I smiled cheekily and pulled my knife out of it's holder, slowly opening it while keeping eye contact with George, making sure he didn't see it.
My fist closed around the material of his jumper and then I pressed the knife to his throat, making sure it was the flat side so I didn't hurt him.
"Oh, you're gonna cut me?" He challenged, raising his eyebrows at me. He grabbed around my wrist, forcing the knife to press more against his skin. "Think that scares me, love? Go on. Cut me."
I gulped, watching the expression on his face. George's smirk slowly grew as he knew the effect he had on me.
"That's so hot." I whispered but when George hissed, my eyes widened and I pulled back the knife that accidentally had turned and cut into his skin.
A line of blood was moving towards the surface and I watched as George brought a hand up, then looked at the blood on his fingers.
"Oh shit." I cursed. "I'm so sorry. I didn't—"
"That one was on me." He chuckled and looked at my eyes again as he sucked the blood off his fingers. "Though I have to admit that turned me on quite a bit."
"Oh?"
He leaned in and pressed his lips to mine, kissing me softly and passionately, yet with some eagerness to it.
I let the knife drop to the floor, the sound of metal echoing through the empty corridor. My hand instead ran into his hair, tugging his head back to break the kiss.
Instead I attached my lips to the cut on his neck before licking one stripe up, collecting the blood.
George moaned at the sensation and without looking at his face, I knew he had his eyes closed.
I sucked on the cut long enough for it to stop bleeding, and then I kissed up his neck, over his jaw before finding his lips again. I let go of his hair and instead cupped his jaw, pulling him closer.
We kept making out like that, my back pressed to the wall, him crouched down in front of me with his hands on the fall on either side of my neck. It wasn't until someone cleared their throat, that George pulled away, the both of us looking to the side where Cameron stood.
If that boy doesn't start to leave me alone, I'll turn into the bloody hulk.
I raised an eyebrow at him, keeping my arms wrapped around George. Cameron didn't say anything at first – he simply stared at me with a look I didn't recognise.
"Can I talk to you?"
"No." George said before I could say anything, though I would've said the same thing. "You can't talk to her because all you do is bother her."
"I don't recall asking you." Cameron said and looked at George. "Allie is capable of speaking for herself."
George and I looked at each other and I held back my laugh while George held up his hands in surrender, then went to sit next to me.
"Oh how the tables have turned." I chuckled, looking up at Cameron. "Weren't you the one speaking for me all those times?"
"Allie–"
"I mean, I believe I can recall at least ten times when you decided I didn't have a voice and you should speak on my behalf." I said while George reached into my pocket where he knew I had some gum. "So you're actually being very hypocritical right now."
Cameron folded his arms over his chest as he chewed on his tongue before staring towards the windows.
George grabbed my hand and pushed a piece of gum into my palm before closing my fingers over it. I threw the piece of gum into my mouth and looked at George as he took one himself. Then I put my attention back on Cameron when he spoke.
"I came to apologise." he said. "I'm not proud of the person I am, or the things I've done to you."
I hummed, nodding along.
"Right." I grinned. "It's pretty convenient that you're apologising on the exact same day my mother is visiting Hogwarts."
Cameron may be scared of my father, but he is absolutely terrified of my mum. Probably because my mum's a bloody queen who's not afraid of anyone.
"If you don't want to take my fucking apology, that's fine." he scoffed. "You don't have to be a bitch about it."
"Wow." I laughed. "There's the Cameron we all know and love."
Cameron took a few step closer, pushing his hands into the pockets of his trousers before he crouched down in front of me where George had been a moment ago.
"Mate, what're you doing?" George sat up straight. "Get away from her."
Cameron ignored him and raised a hand which caused me to flinch and automatically lean closer to George, but Cameron simply ran a hand through his hair, though he smirked at my reaction.
George put an arm out in front of me and went to stand to pull Cameron away from me, but at the same time, an orange light was shot at Cameron, sending him flying across the room until he landed by the wall.
"Oh shit." I cursed, clamping a hand over my mouth before George and I slowly looked to the other end of the corridor where my mum stood with Eleanor, my mum holding her wand.
"That was wicked." George mumbled, but loud enough for mum to hear.
"Why thank you very much." she chuckled, pocketing her wand before she walked towards Cameron as he got up and basically sprinted out of the corridor. Mum then stopped and turned around. "That'll be tough to explain to Dumbledore. I made a promise to never throw students through the room again."
The other student she's done that with, is her own son. It was after William almost beat Pucey to death. Mum got so angry that she used Everte 'Statum on him', the same spell she just used on Cameron.
"I'm gonna go." George told me, patting my knee. "You're okay, right?"
"I'm okay." I assured him. He smile with relief and pressed a kiss to my cheek before grabbing his bag and standing up. He greeted my mum on his way out of the corridor while I reached for my knife on the floor.
"Is that blood?" mum asked, causing me to look up at her. Her eyes were focused on the knife. I slowly followed her gaze and shook my head as I closed the knife and pushed it into my pocket.
"No. Ketchup."
"Ahh, ketchup." mum nodded, not being the slightest convinced. "We all dip our knives in ketchup."
She smiled knowingly at me before she walked over and got down to sit next to me with a sigh, then motioned for Eleanor to join us, which she then did.
"Eleanor has been catching me up a little on what's going on with you four children." mum told me. "And your dad told me about Cameron so I know he's been hitting you. That's what happened to your eye, right? And why you flinched."
I nodded.
"I ended things with him a couple of days after he hit me for the first time." I said honestly. "And I'm with George now but Cameron doesn't know how to leave me alone."
"He's also got a very small penis." Eleanor commented. I let out a laugh but quickly clamped a hand over my mouth while mum raised her eyebrows at my younger sister.
"How do you know that?"
"It's his vibe." Eleanor said. "I heard Marco talk about it. Cameron has small penis vibes."
That's where she has it from.
"I think I need to have a little chat with Marco then." mum chuckled as the doors to the corridor opened, revealing William with Charlotte following behind. Mum quickly waved them over, motioning for them to join us on the floor.
I remember when we were younger, Charlotte being only two, and some night at home, the five of us would sit on the floor by the fireplace and talk. Mum would tell us stories about her and dad – how they met and she'd also tell us how much we're worth and that no matter what anyone says, the only thing that matters is what we think of ourselves.
"Let's do this how we used to." mum said with a smile. "Will, you go first. Tell me what's been going on in your life that you want to tell me. Don't tell me anything you're not comfortable with saying."
I don't know how my parents managed to be married for so many years. I love my dad, but he can be kind of an asshole while my mum is the best woman I know. I've always looked up to her.
"I'm still with Marco." William started out. "So that's good...he actually kind of proposed to me and I've said yes. Then there's the tournament.. I put my name in the goblet but–"
"Woah!" mum exclaimed, holding up a hand. "Rewind, my darling. You're engaged?"
"Well, kind of." William nodded. "We know we can't get legally married because of the rules, but we want to have a ceremony anyway and exchange rings when he graduates in fourteen months."
"Oh my gosh!" mum exclaimed, covering her mouth with her hands before she reached out to grab one of William's hands. "That sounds wonderful, Will. Listen, I'm in the middle of looking for a house with a big garden. You can have the ceremony there if you'd like. Or somewhere else if that's what you'd rather do. As long as you're happy and comfortable."
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So I bleached my hair.
Most of it is blonde but some places have an orange tone to it and others isn't bleached at all because I ran out. I've ordered a new package of bleach to cover the rest and a toner to help with the orange undertones.
There's just one thing...
The things I've ordered won't come until Friday, maybe even Monday and I have a meeting tomorrow. I'm probably gonna have to wear my hair up to hide the red part of my hair that didn't bleach.
Anyway... I hope you liked the chapter.