Under the Serpent's Spell (Josh and Cassidy)

Cassidy liked to believe that she had complete control of her life. She liked to think she had a mind of her own, a strong will, and therefore, made decisions based solely off of her own thoughts and interpretation on whatever situation she was in. This was, however, far from the truth. Because as much as Cassidy convinced herself that she was in control, she knew, deep deep down, where her 'rational' thoughts lay dormant, it was all one big lie. Her 'rational' mind knew perfectly well that Josh Murray didn't care for her. That he was just using her. But those truths were subdued, drowned as the nicer, happier thought tide rolled over them.

Cassidy had no control. The other night when she had met Josh, she had been determined to put an end to all the confusion, prepared to put her foot down and to stop the nonsense. But of course he'd twisted her opinion, swayed her mind. And then she did something incredibly unlike herself and had stolen the Sword of Gryffindor from the Headmaster's office.

After meeting Josh at the clock tower, she had been the good little girl she was and had walked to the Headmaster's office. All he wanted to do was to see the sword. She did believe he had no sinister motive. But then again, with Josh, no one really knew, did they. Because Josh, with his charming smirk and smooth voice could get anyone to do as he pleased. Her rational mind was only just beginning to realise that. Her naive mind effectively drowning out those annoying alarm bells. Those were just noises in the distance, easy to smother with more favourable things.

He had promised to meet her, in her dorm on Wednesday. Perhaps he had been just shy, too shy to approach her after such intimacy ('if that were the case, he sure hid it well, too well. Maybe because he's the listener. Listener's always hid things well, they never got the chance to let their composure slip, or let truths seep from their lips in a burst of accidental confessions. Listeners just absorbed and retained the information they needed') but his actions that night had been contrary. Or he had just had some great realisation! that he did want her. She was beginning to hope the latter was the case.

She pushed her pondering aside as she focussed on the task at hand. Retrieving the Sword ('why was she doing this again? Josh had told her to She wanted to. It was something fun, something to get her adrenaline pumping. Obviously.

When she stood outside the office, she had to think for a moment to remember the password to the office. But it didn't take long before it popped into her head "Patefacio" and the stone gargoyle rose, revealing slowly the stone, spiral staircase that would lead to his office. She made her way up the steps, slowly, careful not to make too much noise with her footfalls. Despite the darkness, she refused using 'Lumos'. She supposed that would be the smart decision, because then there'd have been less chance of anyone seeing here. And she couldn't afford to be caught. She knew of course what she was doing was wrong, oh but that feeling of excitement, those butterflies in her stomach, she realised that she loved that feeling. ('Oh boy did she love it').

She came to face another door. This one required no password. She took out her wand, and murmured 'Alohomora'. There was the soft click of the lock and she inched the door open. She took in the view of the office, even in the dark it was magnificent, and in her view, grand. She saw his desk, piled with paper and files, stationary. Bookcases were stacked with beautiful old books (save the space where the sorting hat sat in the corner). But quickly, she reminded herself that she was there for a reason. To find that Sword.

She walked briskly and silently, careful not to wake the various portraits of past Headmasters and looked around for the sword. Deciding that she needed a little more light, she took the risk of lighting the tip of her wand with the 'Lumos' charm. Much better. She searched and searched, through drawers and shelves, and was just about to give up, come back another time, when she noticed a glint of red, above the door. She couldn't help a grin spread over her face "Yes!" she had whispered to herself excitedly. She looked around quickly before grabbing one of the chairs from in front of the desk and climbed on it so she was eye level with the sword. She put her wand in her mouth and tentatively, she lifted to sword out of its holder and hopped off the chair. Oh it was a grand sword. It was shiny and silver, 'Godric Gryffindor' engraved on one side of the blade. And the hilt, that had a delicately carved pattern, and inset were rubies, the stone of Gryffindor house. Truly beautiful.

But, she had no more time to admire it. She quickly dragged the chair back to it's place at the desk and diminished the light of her wand before she walked out, shutting the door behind her, carrying with her the sword. She made sure not to stop until the sword had been tucked away in her trunk, underneath a mess of her clothes, and she was safely back in the Gryffindor common room.

The sword hadn't been touched since the night she'd taken it. Much to her surprise, she didn't feel guilty, not really. After Josh's visit on the Wednesday, she'd give it back.

As Wednesday rolled around, she sat up in her bed. Josh had said he'd had prefect duties. She knew he'd be late, but she was patient enough, and certain that he'd come. The way he had been acting at the Clock Tower, she was certain it wouldn't be long.

Cassidy looked at the door when she saw, from the corner of her eye, it open. Josh moved in, taking all the necessary precautions before moved to the end of her bed and drew the curtains. She'd had no doubt he'd come, he'd seemed very eager that night at the clock tower.

"Young." Josh acknowledged. "Did you get it?"

"Straight to business," she knew Josh was no time waster "Yeah, I got it. For the headmasters office, it wasn't really secure, you know," she crawled to the end of her bed and unlatched her trunk, which was situated at her bed's foot. She took out the shiny silver sword, with its rubies encrusted in it's hilt to show him, grinning at him "Here,"

"Very good, Young, very good... You should put it back though. Before they note it's missing."

"Thank you," she grinned at his praise "And don't worry, I'll make sure to put it back tomorrow night. I'll just probably need to take extra precautions, but I'll work it out," she replied and placed the sword carefully back into her trunk and shut it again.

"So what does my brave Gryffindor want in return for her work?"

As Josh leant in, so did she. She kissed him back softly, automatically bringing a hand up to his cheek. The fact he had come to her room, taken the (small) risk to see her, it made her feel special, and cared for. She pulled back, only for a moment, just long enough to murmur "I think you have some idea of what I want," before she kissed him again, this time making it much deeper.

She felt herself smirk as he returned the kiss with the same passion that she had. She felt his tongue probing at her lips, and gladly parted them, allowing him in, while laying back down on the bed, and allowing him to move on top of her. Her hands travelled around the back of his neck, tangling themselves in his golden hair. She was so caught up in the kiss, it was like her fix of adrenaline. She could feel, already, her heart thumping in her chest. It was something about Josh, the way his cold composure seemed to shift when the two of them were alone. It made her feel special. He had her hooked.

Her mind was clear, and focussed on the sensations he provided, the warmth of his body and the tingle of his hot breath made it impossible to focus on anything else. She hadn't expected the feeling of his digits, they had barely started. Though she couldn't help but let out a soft moan at the feeling. It felt good in a teasing sort of way. Her hands trailed down, fingers hooking at his trousers. She could tell already that tonight was going to be unforgettable.

She felt his tongue in her mouth, and automatically moved hers against his playfully, working out a rhythm. She was beginning to feel more and more confident in herself, and her movements with him. And right now, she even felt comfortable with him, not nervous as she had been before. This time, it was proper and thorough, and how she'd wanted her first time to be.

She willingly let his hand guide hers to his crotch, and she could feel his member through his trousers, not quite hard yet.

"You should try a taste, Young."

She felt her nerves return "A-a taste?" she murmured quietly against his lips. "Of course," she said, mustering her confidence again, despite her feeling of inadequacy. She had some sort of idea of what he had suggested, though she'd never done anything like it. She pressed her lips back to his, kissing him again deeply as she pushed herself back up against him. Her hand gently and delicately unbuttoning his trousers as she did so, fingers slipping a couple of times because of her nerves that she tried hard to hide.

At the nip given by Josh, she took the hint that he wanted to be the one in control. But it was a turn-on, that he knew what he wanted and was bold enough to go for it. She had no hesitation in him removing her shirt, and his own. As she felt his hands trailing over her body, she felt slightly vulnerable, yet at the same time, her body was responding to his touch in such a pleasurable way. She slid his trousers down, and then his underwear, and she took hold of his member, fingers as mild and gentle with nerves.

She hesitated for a moment, before her grip tightened, so it was firm, but not too tight, and she nodded, pulling back from the kiss to murmur "Alright then, I'll give it a try." It couldn't hurt, could it? Besides, there had to be a first for everything. And Cassidy had no qualms in letting him be her first.

"Good girl."

She leant up, and let him guide her hand into the rhythm he wanted. She leant over him a moment, but only to start slowly planting kisses down his chest, making sure to keep her hand moving at the pace he had set.

She moved lower until she got to his crotch, hesitating only a little before she parted her lips, and enclosed them around his tip, teasingly lowering her lips down, careful not to scrape her teeth along it, while still moving her hand. She did truly want to please Josh, just as she assumed he wanted to do the same for her, it was a two way street. The act wasn't as difficult, or as intimidating as she thought it might be, but she just hoped that she was doing it right.

She felt him tangling his fingers in her hair, and a slight pressure for her to move her head down, and she complied, beginning to feel more at ease, especially when he ran his fingers down her back.

"Relax."

It was reassuring, almost comforting. She let her grip loosen considerably when she felt Josh's hand urging her to do so. It was amazing what touch could do, and how much self-assurence it could give her. She gradually began to move her head at a quicker pace as she felt herself relax and become used to the feelings, letting her tongue run along his member, hoping that she was satisfying him. Though, for her first time, she felt confident that she was learning quickly, and that she was doing okay.

She took his moan as encouragement, and continued to gradually quicken her pace. She noticed him reacting with the movement of his hips, and started to move her hand along his length, in sync with the movement of her mouth. She was used to the feeling, and got a strange feeling of satisfaction herself through hearing how she was making Josh feel.

"Don't hold back, Young."

She looked up to him for a moment "I won't," she said, a glint of mischief in her eyes as she returned back to moving along his length with her mouth and hands, with a lot more confidence.

"Ready, Young?"

She could hear the breathlessness in his voice, and his fingers in her hair, holding her in place. It was only a moment after that he climaxed. Instinctively, Cassidy went to move away as she felt jets of his seed forced down her throat, choking her. It was certainly not a pleasant feeling, especially when he was holding her down while he did so. She automatically coughed and spluttered, her eyes stinging slightly, but it didn't do much in a way of helping. Eventually, she was able to swallow it, though she herself was out of breath by the end of it. She looked back up to him, her breathing slightly heavier.

Finally, he let go, and she was able to move her head away to re-catch her breath and properly swallow. She felt his comforting fingers through her hair, and heard more words of encouragement, soft, sweet words that coaxed her gently, and drew her towards him. She liked that he was patient with her, and gentle. It was so different to the Josh that everyone saw at school, which was affirming to her that perhaps underneath his cold, bitter exterior, there was an actual person.

She moved back to the pillow with him, kissing him back deeply. She didn't ask what the spell was he was doing, he wouldn't be using it if he didn't need to. As he moved back on top of her, Cass bought her hands back around to tangle her fingers in his hair. She could feel his had sliding up her leg and moved it up, as his hand so subtly was suggesting.

"I have a gift for you."

"Look forward to it," she mumbled back against his lips before she could feel him slowly pressing inside of her. She couldn't help the soft moan escape her lips, and her fingers tighten through his hair. Everything about him was sweet, yet seductive, and Cassidy couldn't help her reaction to him. He seemed to know exactly what to do to turn her on, to make her feel good, and she had grown to like him quite a lot.

The thing about Josh was that he always seemed to know what to do, and did it in such a way that made Cassidy feel special to him. His kisses were light and delicate and showed a tenderness that she had never seen him show in public. In public he was always cold, and distant, but right now with her, he was a completely different person. And Cass, being childlike in her naiveness, who still believed in the secret good of people, believed there was a secret good in Josh that he showed only to her.

No one would deny that it was a nice feeling to be wanted.

His lips were soft against her jaw, and she closed her eyes to focus on his touch, those butterflies he woke in her stomach that fluttered around violently that was the same feeling she got when both excited or scared. His pace was steady, and she could feel the tickle of each distinct breath on her ear. It made her feel desirable, and then made her desire Josh even more. Never once did it occur to her that it was that aspect that she liked, rather than Josh himself. For her, it had all merged together.

"You're all mine, Cass...Aren't you?"

Cassidy sensed nothing out of the ordinary, no hidden meaning from the statement. It was the type of thing couples usually said, right? She'd never had a proper boyfriend, only girlish crushes that had lasted a couple of days before she moved onto the next boy. But Josh was sweet, as was his statement.

"I'm all yours," she responded, whispering as softly as he had, and as sincerely as she felt in the moment. She went to kiss down his neck tenderly, returning the kisses he'd given her.

To her, this sort of thing was give and take. And there was no point in being selfish.

She felt him, his movements quicken, the grip of his hand on her thigh and the occasional groan that left his lips. And it all added to her growing pleasure, so kindly given by Josh. Her breath caught in her throat as her breathing became heavy. She could feel Josh's hot breath on her cheek with each thrust he gave, and that just made her want to melt.

"Don't hold back..."

"I won't," she moaned so softly that her voice was barely above a whisper. Her eyelids were closed, completely lost in him, and the feelings that were now overwhelming her. So overwhelming that she couldn't think clearly, but it was a good. It mean that it was all for him, and she accepted that inevitability.

Those sensations kept building up, until she could no longer hold back for him. And she didn't hold back, not one bit. She cried out loudly as she felt orgasmic bliss wash over her, her fingers knotting in his hair as she tensed and uncontrollably shook. He had a firm hold on her wrist, that kept her in place, but her hand tensed into a fist as she experienced the release.

He had been the only person ever to make her feel the way that she did. And because on that, there was no doubt in her mind that she wanted to be all his.