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Without further adieu, I present to you...

N O G U I L T

oliver draco malfoy

I have a date with Charlotte today, and that's all I can even think about right now. No, not the potions in front of me. Not Narsa talking about the Slytherin she's seeing. Not Zeno and Mel fighting over which ingredient to put in the cauldron first.

But Charlotte.

Oh, how her red hair flows past her shoulders. Or how her loose curls bounce effortlessly as she sashays her way down corridors and up the stairs. She's like this beautiful doe and I'm a fucking red truck with bright, unnecessary head lights.

I could go on forever on how good she looks. But in reality, I have to worry about other things. Like my sister's well being.

Okay, a little bit more of Charlotte in my head won't hurt.

I mean, her smile! Her smirk! Her cheerful voice! And her knowledge?! That's incredibly attractive. A girl's knowledge. Now that is what I call hot.

"Never mind which comes first. Seems like Oli's daydreaming," Zeno chimed with a smirk. I diverted my attention back to the group as I scoffed and rolled my eyes.

"No way," I lied through a grin, "What are we doing right now?"

"Figuring out the reverse serum for Veritaserum. Amelie and Zeno are currently bickering each other about which ingredient comes first," Narsa beckoned with attitude, "Any idea which comes first?"

I looked over at Narsa as frustration is shunned onto her expression. If it were that difficult enough for Narsa not to know, then what gave her the idea that I'd know, too?

"The fuck are you asking me for?" I bickered, "I'm not the sharpest tool in the she-."

"Just shut it," Narsa interrupted. I rolled my eyes. As much as I want to kill her sometimes, all her actions are justified because she's the youngest in the Malfoy bunch. "Add Silverweed, then diced Spleenwart. Stir it clock-wised twice. Tell me how that goes."

Narsa jot down endless notes on her parchment as Zeno and Mel obeyed her. Immediately, the smell was putrid as I gagged. I pinched my nose as Narsa chuckled.

"Smells just like your room, why are you bothered?" Narsa jeered.

Mel and Zeno laughed at this notion as I lightly nudged Narsa, in which fucked up her writing.

I immediately widened my eyes.

"Oh fuck-."

"If you EVER fuck up my notes, it'll be the last thing you ever do!" Narsa shouted.

Mel and Zeno glanced at one another as they grimaced while my palms immediately sweat.

If there's one thing you should never do to Narsa, it's interfering with her hard work. It must be a Ravenclaw thing.

"A...nyways," Mel blurted, "I've done what was told and now the color is like-. Like a murky pink? A cloudy pink, I think?"

"And it smells like absolute shit," Zeno added as he pinched his nose closed.

"Then we did the right thing," Narsa responded as she continued writing. She went on her tippy toes to see the cauldron from where she was standing- observed it, inhaled, then continued writing. "We did the right thing. Fucking hell thank Merlin."

School work was very important to Narsa. She wants everything to be perfect, and if things don't go as planned she'll absolutely lose it.

Could this day just be over already? The plan is to take Charlotte to Hogsmeade. The bistro called 'Sandwitch'. Then we can head somewhere else after. I don't know what she's into! I don't entirely know much about her, but that's what the date is for. It's to know more about her. Can you imagine if I made her...my wife?

Holy fuck, too soon Oliver. Too bloody soon.

I turn my head only to notice that Trevor Chang is staring.

Trevor Chang.

I shoot him a quick smile before diverting my attention back to my group. At an instant, my throat swells up and anxiousness is crept up and down my spine. Doing laps back and forth non-stop.

{Flashback}

"Have you-. Have you ever kissed a boy? Before?" Chang asks quietly as he passes me the joint.

I look into his hazel almond eyes as his scleras turn a crimson red, along with his frost-nipped nose. The snowflakes find their way onto his lashes and his jet black hair. The nose-ring he got over the summer accompanies his button nose perfectly.

Lips are full. Very full.

"No," I respond flatly, "No, I haven't."

I bring the joint up to my lips as I inhale it deeply. Exhaling. Hitting it once more. He's watching me. Exhale.

I then pass it back to Chang.

"Do you think we'll get caught?" Chang queries.

My throat tightens.

"What?"

"Smoking. Do you think we'll get caught smoking?"

"I-. Uhm. No. No-. I don't think so," I stammer as I watch him place the joint between his full lips. "No one ever comes here around this time."

Chang shrugs as he takes another hit. He looks to the left and right as he scrunches his brow.

"Do you want to kiss a boy?" Chang asks as he stares right back at me.

The weed has officially intoxicated me. (Read 'Intoxicate Me' by @hellenwilder now)

It's as if my body is willing. Right now.

"I mean-. I wouldn't mind-."

"Oliver Malfoy," Chang says with a smirk, "Are we about to kiss right now?"

At an instant, my heart palpitates. I've never kissed a boy before

But it's really. Fucking. Tempting.

And on the upside, he's very good looking.

"I-. Guess so-."

Without hesitation, Chang pulls the joint away from his body with the lit roll between his fingers. He cups my face with his cold, large hands. The class ring presses against my cold complexion as he closes his eyes.

Gentle but abrupt, his lips crash onto mine.

My body tenses up, but I don't feel hesitant. At all. I don't feel the need to pull away from his warm lips.

It was a long peck. My hands absently found the sides of his robes as I grasped onto them; pulling him... closer.

Our lips moved a bit more when his tongue slid against the bottom of my lip asking for entrance.

Holy fuck. Holy fuck. Holy fuck. Why do I feel good right now? Was it the weed in my system? Or was it because I'm kissing this HIGHLY attractive man?

Chang pulls away from our lip lock as our warm breaths find its way outside our mouths. Creating a sheer fog in the air. He takes the joint and places it by my lips, signaling that I take a hit from it.

Still flustered from our sensual kiss, I swallow my tightened throat as I place the joint between my lips while it's still in his hand. Taking a hit of the joint, our eyes lock as he smiles.

"There you go," he mumbles quietly, "You have gorgeous eyes, you know that?"

Once I exhale the smoke from my lungs, Chang slithers his hand behind my hair while running his fingers through my blonde hair and pulls me towards him. Our lips meet again while I find my hand grasping onto his clothing again.

This kiss was far more intense than the last one.

It was longer.

Wetter.

A tad bit more aggressive.

He bites the bottom of my lip as a soft grumble emits from my chest.

"Holy fuck," I mutter as he pulls away.

A smirk is displayed across his face as he takes another hit of the joint.

I couldn't help but smile because holy fucking fuck.

"Did you like it?" Chang questions.

"A lot."

"Will you tell anyone?"

"No."

"Good."

Chang hands me the joint.

"Let's finish this joint up before the prefects wake up for a check-up," Chang murmurs.

"For sure."

{End}

That was quite an experience. Do I regret it?

No.

I don't regret it. But I do regret it being Trevor Chang, because before we kissed we were actually really good friends. Now he can't face me.

And that's alright. Fuck him. Pussy can't own up to what he did. What we did. Who cares? That's on toxic masculinity.

Only person I ever told about the kiss between Chang and I was Zeno. And you know what he told me?

"He better be someone nice."

Of course he's fucking nice. If he was a prick I'd slap him.

With Trevor being a bottom, I thought he would've been proud about kissing me. About kissing a Malfoy. A Malfoy top.

But nope.

I've never had sex with a man before, but they kiss really good.

Women kiss better, though. I don't slander men, but women are top tier regarding everything in this damned world.

I don't make the rules. I only abide them.

Once class ended, I packed up my items in hopes to get out of Trevor Chang's view. The tension in the atmosphere was getting cloudier and I somehow couldn't bare to be in it.

"Leaving so soon?" Zeno bickered as he packed up in a manageable pace.

"I have to get all fine and dandy for Charlotte, of course," I jeered with a smile as I sling my book bag over my shoulder, "I'm expected to be in pristine condition. I'm a Malfoy for crying out loud-."

"Alright, fine," Narsa said, "But if you're a Malfoy, then why is your penmanship absolute shit-."

"I'm off," I interrupted Narsa as I stormed out the classroom.

Narsa is feeling pretty giddy about herself today. As she should; she's a Queen.

But I'll have it be known that my penmanship is everything but shit.

***

amelie zabini

"Care for a nap?" I asked Zeno as we walked down the corridor with our hands entwined, "Or would you like to..."

"I could never turn you down, Amelie. You know that," his deep voice bellowed.

A smirk appeared across his face as my face warmed up.

The both of us speed up our walking pace eager to be in one another's arms and hold. It's been a week since we've actually gotten our hands...dirty. The aching in my hips and thighs went away only for it to come back.

I really need to slow my roll.

"Well aren't you deprived?" Zeno smirked as I was practically dragging him through the crowds.

"Oh shut up," I hissed through a smile.

I turn behind me as our eyes locked. The playful and bubbly Zeno looked at me with awning eyes.

Abruptly, I bumped into a figure about the same size as me.

Reverting my attention back front, I notice it's Eleanor.

Ugh.

"Amelie," she frantically speaks, "Do you have any idea where Zenith is?"

I couldn't bare seeing this bitch and having my brother's name in this bitch's mouth.

I let go of Zeno's hand as he stood behind me; our bodies nearly pressing against one another, hovering over me possessively.

"He's-."

"Not coming back for a long time," Zeno snarled, "You're excused, Eleanor."

Eleanor gave him a smug look as she scoffed with her arms crossed.

"What. Happened," she seethed with aggression.

"I know you're not being aggressive with me, Farrell," I snapped, "You need to get out of my fucking way."

Why did this person want to know his business? She's irrelevant!

"Or what?" she dragged out.

"I'm really not afraid of dog-walking you right now in front of all these fucking people, Eleanor," I grumbled as I absently clenched my fist. "You need to mind your business and get. Out. My. Way."

Eleanor scoffed as she rolled her eyes.

"Zeno should be keeping you on a leash-."

At an instant, rage overcame my body as I lunged towards her. My fist came in tact by the side of her head as I threw it with all my force. She screamed as a few people caught our attention.

Zeno immediately lifted me by the waist and turned around. He started walking down the corridor as I squirmed in his arms.

"Zeno - put - me- down - !-." I said in broken shambles.

"You can't just go around hitting people, Amelie," he whispered harshly in my ear, "Not like that. Not in front of people-."

Once we got further away from her, he set me down as I huffed while patting my robe and skirt down out of frustration.

"You're one to fucking talk," I muttered under my breath as I fixed my curls by flattening it out with my hand.

"I wouldn't have done that-."

"Yes you would have!" I snapped as his eyes widened. He raised both his hands up in surrender.

"Okay! I would have! Fuck's sake, Mel," Zeno retorted as I walked a bit faster from him, "Mel-. Where are you g-. Slow down, Mel-."

"You shouldn't have pulled me away, Zeno," I reprimanded as I stomped away from him, "You should've let me finish her-."

Zeno groaned. "We all know you would've won-."

I turned around to face him. I placed both my hands on my hips as he crept closer, hovering over me.

"Well, why didn't you let me finish her!" I raised my voice.

"Now, Mel. Watch your fucking tone-."

"I should fucking hit you, next," I snapped out of nowhere. I looked down at the ground with frustration. Looking back up, he's staring at me.

With anger.

"Hit me, Zabini," Zeno snarls, "Go on. Hit me."

My throat tightens as I look left and right. People are passing by the both of us nonchalantly as the tension between Zeno and I grows.

"Well? Are you going to hit me?" Zeno beckons.

I scrunch up my face and stare into his damned green eyes.

"Fuck you," I snap, "You should've let me fuck her up. I mean-. Why is she in his business! In fact, why does she want to be apart of things! No, you know what? What are you all hiding about this fucking cunt!"

"Nothing, Mel," he sighed, "She just hurt Lola-."

"And why can't you let me hurt her!"

"Because I don't want her fucking hands on you I don't want-." Zeno huffs, "I don't want anyone's hands on you. Just-."

"You let her say that to me, Zeno. Put me on a fucking leash!? I'll fucking put her on a fucking leash!"

"I'm not going to let her get away with that, Mel. I promise-. I'm going to make sure she minds her fucking business-."

"You need to let people deal with their own shit sometimes, Zeno," I interrupted. "I get that you want to stand up for those you love at all times, but one day you're not always going to be there."

This surely shut him up.

"I-. Will talk to you later," he said in a flat tone. He turned around and strayed away from me.

I watched him walk away with frustration running in our veins.

And then he stopped.

He turned around back towards me and clenched his jaw.

Zeno stomped and once he was an inch away, he lowered down and aggressively placed a kiss on my head.

"I love you," he snarled.

Before I could even say it back, he stormed away from me.

Was that our... first mishap?

Either way, I just want to fucking drag Eleanor across the bloody ground.

I turned back around and started walking down the corridor, going against the flow of everyone else.

I had no idea where I was headed. I just knew I had to get out of this hallway.

A nap would be nice.

***

zeno berkshire

7:43 PM

Up the moving stairs.

Hands in my pockets.

I was eager. I was eager.

I look over to the other moving stairs when I suddenly lay my eyes on Oliver and a redhead.

Charlotte.

"Oli!" I shout across. Oliver's head turns to where the sound emitted as a smile grows across his pale complexion. He waves his hand towards me as I wave back. Charlotte turns her head to me as she smiles. She, too, waves at me.

Then they divert their attention back to one another. They both seem happy. Accomplished, even. Their date must've been a success.

Now, back to my train of thought.

Clenched my jaw in attempt to neutralize the thoughts that ran in my mind.

I reached the entrance of the House of Ravenclaw. I stood by the portrait and waited for a fellow Ravenclaw to let me in.

Trevor Chang and another friend come towards the portrait. As I lay my eyes upon them, they look back at me with confusion.

"Zeno? Here for Narsa?" Chang queries.

"Yes," I lied, "Could you let me in?"

"Yeah, of course," he mumbled.

He did whatever the fuck he had to do in order to gain access to the access of the House of Ravenclaw.

I thanked him as I entered the corridors of Ravenclaw with a heavy beating heart and boiling blood.

Stomping down the hallway. Hands in my pockets. The aggression of my steps resulted in a few strands toppling over my face. Jaw is clenched once more. I passed by the Ravenclaw Commons, then passed the Boys' Corridors.

Entering the Girls' Corridors.

Hands in my pockets.

Narsa wasn't here. She was in the Slytherin Commons doing God knows what hanging with God knows who. In fact, I knew where everyone was. Oliver was with Charlotte. Amelie was taking a nap in my dorm in hopes that I return soon as possible. Scarlett and Lola were in their dorms; safe and sound.

Zenith was in Hell.

And Eleanor is in her dorm. Awaiting impending doom.

I arrived in front of her door. The damned door with stickers in front of it. Peeled stickers that left residue, too.

I pulled out my hand and placed it over the door with a formed fist, though I hesitated to knock.

Knock, Zeno.

Knock the damn door.

I knocked the door. Aggressively.

Twice. Three, actually.

No answer.

I did it again.

No answer.

Did it once mo-.

The door swings open only to reveal Eleanor in a long silk robe. I look down at her eyes as a smirk displays across her face.

"Oh," she says softly, "What brings you to this side of the castle, Zeno?"

All I could see was red.

My hand found its way around her throat as I shoved her in the room, kicking the door closed behind us.

I gripped tighter as her frail hands wrapped around my forearm in attempt to ease her throat passageway.

"Ze-. Zeno-."

"Now you hear me. You listen to me, Eleanor Farrell," I snarl, "You leave my family alone. You don't ask anymore questions. You leave my girlfriend alone. You stay out of our lives."

Her eyes started watering as she continued to gasp for air. I gripped tighter.

"You fuck off. You leave them alone. You got that?"

I let go of her throat as a red print appeared on her fair skin. She fell to the ground as she grabbed ahold of her own neck. Panting and gasping and coughing.

I looked down at the ground as I watched her struggle.

"Did you hear me, Farrell?" I raised my voice as I stuffed my hand back into my pocket.

"Zeno-."

"Did you FUCKING hear me?"

"Yes-." Eleanor stammers, "Yes. I-. I'll leave you all alone-."

"Good," I retorted, "If they approach you, you respond with small sentences. Don't spark conversation."

Eleanor gets up from the ground as she wobbles a little bit. Gaining her balance, she inhales deeply as streams of tears run down her cheek, passing down towards her neck as it highlights the grasp I've created.

Suddenly, her hand swings towards my face as a slight sting upheaves on my cheek.

"Fuck you," she mutters, "Fuck you, Zeno."

I close my eyes and breathe slowly. Opening them once more, terror fills her irises as the bottom of her lip trembles.

"Leave my family alone. Plain and simple."

I turn around and head towards the door.

Before I leave completely, I turn back around.

"Tell a soul and I'll sell yours," I badgered.

And with that, I exited her damned dorm and slammed the door. I quickly rubbed my cheek she slapped and muttered a glamour charm just in case my skin raised.

Fucking bitch deserves to rot.

I would never lay my hands on a woman like that. Never. But she knows what she's doing. Walking around all innocent and clueless. I could never forget.

No guilt. No guilt. No guilt.

Guilt.

Fuck.

Why did you put your hands on a woman, Zeno! Not like that! No!

No guilt.

Guilt.

But she should feel guiltier.
***

Everything will soon unravel. Just BARE WITH ME. It's slow but TRUST ME. It's coming. Everything is coming. Spice next chapter SKSKSKSKS

D I S C U S S I O N

I think I posted this already but here he is again. LMAO