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Post by Jonathan Macnair on Nov 9, 2008 3:36:10 GMT -5
Jonathan couldn't say his sense of smell wasn't very elevated, but hupposed he could pick up slight scents. This morning happened to be one of those mornings where he smelt something that he disoriented him. It wasn't a scent he recognized, so he couldn't be in the Slytherin common room. He didn't remember much from the night before, but he could be almost certain he never made it out of Hogsmeade. Shifting under sheets that he suddenly realized were rather ratty, he sat up and peered around, freezing.
It wasn't a room above the Hog's Head or the Three Broomsticks; it was the Shrieking Shack. He couldn't understand why in the name of Merlin he would be in the Shrieking Shack. He tried to remember as he watched the sun pool on the very uneven floor, but he couldn't. He remembered drinking. He remembered needing an escape. He remembered seeing Hadyn. But that was where it ended. It got fuzzy no matter how hard he tried to remember it. His memory just stalled and died like one of those beater Muggle automobiles.
As he stretched, he couldn't help but wonder if Shane had been looking for him. However, thoughts of Shane were ran thunderously out of his mind the second he saw who was lying next to him. Hadyn fucking Bryant. He could only think about what it was that Daniel would do to him if he found out. Of course, there was also what she would do to consider.
... Shit.
Gingerly, he tapped her on the shoulder. "Er ... Hadyn? Wake up?"
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Post by Hadyn Bryant on Nov 9, 2008 14:59:04 GMT -5
 A Certain Girl Took Her Hand and Put It In My Lap
She Said 'Shhh. Once You've Had Me, You'll Always Come Back.Hadyn wasn't ready to wake up, by any standards. She wanted to lie there, curled up, with a pillow hugged to her body. She could feel something warm and hard pressed to her arm, and it was cold, and it was without thought she was pressed against that sensation of heat that filled the cold room.
Ugh. Cold. Why was it cold? It was never cold in the dormitories. If the house elves knew about it, they would totally freak. She didn't know much about the little creatures, but she knew enough to know that they took their duties very seriously. That the fire had gone out in the hearth at this time of year would be absolute felony to them.
She sighed, moving a little. She really ought to get up and find everyone. But, damn, this headache was killing her. Memories of the night before - fuzzy and incoherent at best - slowly filtered back into her splitting head. A party in Hogsmeade, huge - a lot of people had been there, but only a few she actually knew well enough to either hang out or avoid. Except for maybe Jonathen Macnair, but as the night progressed, she remembered growing rather lax on how close he came to her . . .
"Er ... Hadyn? Wake up?"
Hadyn groaned quietly, a small hand running down her face. Her hair was out, spread out around her head, and when she lifted it, it all came with her in torrents of curly spun blonde. She rubbed her eyes for a second, trying to wake up. It was cold, and she felt rather bare at the second, and - what? Hadyn blinked. Something was wrong. She realized, a second late, that someone else was in her bed with her, and she jumped, startled. She turned her head; she only had to turn it a little, as she was leaned right up against whomever it was.
And, for the second time that morning, she jumped out of her skin.
"Jon!" She screeched, throwing herself away from him, and realizing she had no shirt on, she gathered up some of the deteriorating sheets and pulled them up, hiding her chest from his view. "What the fuck are -" She glanced around herself, her mind turning furiously, her eyes huge and her skin crawling. "Oh. My. Fucking. God!" She hissed, raking a hand through her hair. What had she - they hadn't - how close had she let him get? Oh no. Oh, god, no. Jonathen Macnair? Jonathen Macnair? No! She was never, ever, ever, ever even close to touching him! She didn't want to! He was slimy, and conniving, and mean, and still had tons of fangirls, and absolutely disgusting. She didn't go for guys like that, that had girls bowing down at their feet and licking off their fingers. It was gross, and completely and totally stupid, and, oh my god, she had let Jonathen Macnair get to her!
Lucy. Daniel.
Shit.
Hadyn closed her eyes really tight, repeating to herself in a outraged hiss, "Dumb ass, you idiotic, stupid, slut," and yanked off the mother-ridden covers to pull around her as she hastily got off up the bed, and began searching for her clothes, cursing both Jon and herself. |
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Post by Jonathan Macnair on Nov 9, 2008 16:15:18 GMT -5
Someone had to remain calm and level-headed in this situation and, as he was calm already, Jonathan supposed that fell to him. He expected her to freak out like this the moment he'd spotted her next to him. Luckily she didn't do the other thing he expected; deck him. He was glad she wasn't screaming rape at him because he was sure he couldn't be accused of that since he didn't remember it either. He knew if she said anything like that, about how it wasn't even memorable, he'd just swiftly reply that he'd successfully blown her mind. But he didn't want to say something like that. He wanted to go back and rewrite the previous night. He should've returned to the school with Shane.
Merlin, I can't let Lucy find out ...
That relationship, whatever it was, was still a fledgling one. Sleeping with another girl would definitely fit the bill for dismissal of any possibility they could have something. He knew if Alec found out he'd use it as further proof that Kamilla should have nothing to do with him. That, of course, didn't exactly matter to him right now. Lucy was the only one that mattered at this point, which meant this couldn't get back to Shane. Shane had told him only the night before that he didn't think he should be with Lucy, especially considering he'd gotten Sadie pregnant. He'd tried to explain to him that Sadie was engaged again, that even he believed that ship had sailed. Her cousin, Pogue, had agreed.
"Would you just ... relax? I don't know about you, but I've got a vicious hangover." he said now and then casually pointed over to a chair. "Aren't those your clothes?"
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Post by Hadyn Bryant on Nov 9, 2008 16:41:40 GMT -5
"No!" Haydn practically screamed. Relax? Relax? He wasn't fucking serious! No, she was very well not going to relax! She had just slept with Daniel's ex, his significant ex, that they both joined forces to avoid and put down and act as if they never wanted to see him again. So maybe that hadn't been Hadyn's case, as her loyalty was hard to get rid of, but Jonathen had done a pretty thorough job of ravaging her ties to him. She didn't want to hate him, or pretend like she did, and he made it hard to. But all thoughts of becoming tentative friends again had been completely wiped out of her mind with the coming of recent events. This was not good, not good at all.
What if Daniel found out? This would hurt him so bad. And hurting her best friend was not something Hadyn had in mind. In fact, it was something she dreaded on a daily basis. She was supposed to be the one that helped him get over his hurt, not cause it! And his mom had died, too, very recently. He was already feeling really bad as of late, and she had done nothing, absolutely nothing, to help that along.
And Lucy? What about Lucy? She had fought tooth and nail with that girl to keep her away from Jonathen, at all costs. Lucy had chosen Jonathen over her, and Hadyn hadn't liked that. So maybe there was a small rift between the two, but nothing that they couldn't fix. So what about now? What was going to happen to the pair now, now that Hadyn had gone and let herself be sexed by the very person she was trying to keep Lucy away from?
Hadyn scooped up her clothes, and immediately began pulling them on. She skipped underwear and a bra, as she wanted her body out of Jonathen's sight as quick as possible. She didn't know about him, but she didn't remember anything. Which was good, in a way, because that would make it all the more terrible. If she had enjoyed it, then she would have to live with the guilt of knowing she did. And if she hadn't - then why the hell had she let him on top of her anyway?
"God!" Hadyn muttered as she threw the covers back over him. She did not want to see his bare chest or his white legs or his - ugh. No. She didn't remember raking her fingers over his muscular back, or feeling him inside of her and - shit. Did they use anything to keep her from becoming pregnant? Dammit!
"I don't even fucking remember anything," Hadyn hissed, as she dropped to the floor and began searching underneath the bed for her wand. She had half a mind to curse him to the bed and listen to him plead for her to release him. She just needed to find her wand first ... "Dammit!" |
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Post by Jonathan Macnair on Nov 9, 2008 20:38:06 GMT -5
"I don't remember anything either." Jonathan replied, spotting his pants on the floor right beside the bed. He kicked the covers off and picked them up, pulling them on. "Look, this doesn't have to be ... a bad thing. I mean ... yeah, it's bad. We very obviously ... you know, but it's not the end of the world. We don't have to ..." Trailing off, he realized talking to her could make this far worse than it was. She still could hit him. Or hex him. But he didn't see her wand. His own, he discovered, was on the floor. He snatched it up; it would be bad if she got a hold of it. After all, he didn't fancy being hexed by his own wand.
Getting to his feet, he searched the floor for her wand, not sure why. He knew it would be bad if she got a hold of it. "I'll help you find your wand as long as you promise you won't hex me into oblivion. Deal?"
He could almost see Shane's disappointed look, Daniel's anger and Lucy's hurt. None of them could know. Especially Lucy. Daniel's anger he could handle, but he couldn't handle hurting Lucy. He knew that blaming it on firewhiskey wouldn't help.
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Post by Hadyn Bryant on Nov 9, 2008 21:11:44 GMT -5
"Jonathen Macnair," Hadyn said loudly, very obviously mad. In fact, she was outraged. Mutinous; Murderous, even. "If you say one more word about this not being bad, I'm going to make you wish you never had a dick in the first place." It was true - Hadyn had thrown her fair share of punches in her time. Having Jordan for an older brother and Jaiden as your best mate came in handy in that sense. In actuality, she had punched some old ratty dude in Hogsmeade not too long ago, who found it funny when he slapped her ass. Well, she found it funny that she had given him plenty to think about the next day, when he woke up and found himself unable to see through his left eye.
Hadyn was small and thin enough to slide under the bed easily, in search of her wand that she had every intention of using. The only thing that poked out were her feet, but you could tell; anyone, absolutely anyone, who walked into that room would have known that that little girl, sifting around underneath the bed meant some serious shit. And when she crawled out again, hair a wavy catastrophe and clothes mussed with a small slender slice of wood in her hand, she looked positively dangerous. |
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Post by Jonathan Macnair on Dec 6, 2008 18:56:36 GMT -5
Jonathan put his hands up, pulling into his defensive stance. "All right, so it's bad." he said, eyeing her wand and hoping she didn't use it. "Really bad, especially when Lucy finds out."
He had to tell her; he couldn't keep this from her and wouldn't he gain points for telling her rather than hiding it? It was a mistake. A drunken mistake. Not that he ever wanted to refer to Hadyn in that way. Truth be told, she was one of the few girls he hadn't thought of hitting the sheets with, but here they were.
"Look, it's not like I was prowling around, waiting for your defenses to fall. I like you, but not like that." It sounded like a childish thing to say, the ending of that sentence, but what else could he say? This was horrible. "Let's just pull ourselves together and get back to the school."
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Post by Hadyn Bryant on Jan 19, 2009 22:09:07 GMT -5
I'm Ready
for
My CLOSE Up ------------------ Hadyn glared, mutinous, as the fool in front of her rambled on about how this wasn't bad, and about how bad it would be when Lucy found out and --
"Lucy?" She shrieked. "You don't deserve her." That much was plain and obvious to Hadyn. Jonathen Macnair was one of the most slimiest, the most idiotic, the grossest man to walk the earth. She made a frustrated sound, bending very quickly to sweep her disastrous hair into a crazy bun. Usually, her hair was manageable. Usually, when she woke up, it wasn't that bad. Having Jon's fingers run through it last night without brushing it -- "Okay," she muttered to herself massaging her temples, and trying to forget the images running through her head, "You need to stop."
The worst part was that he looked goddamn good right now. It grated on Hadyn's every nerve to even think about how sexy he looked, with his jeans hanging off his hips and bare-chested, and his hair in a mess that was almost as bad as hers. She hated it, hated it, how freaking hot he looked.
"Stop looking at him, and stop talking to yourself," Hadyn growled, and didn't even take into consideration that he might hear her. She just bent again, scooped up her bag that she had recently spotted in the corner, and turned again.
"I hate you," she hissed at him as she walked away, intent for the door.
And the sad part was, at that very second, she wasn't lying. |
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