Fic: Demon Days (Tues. July 11, 1995 - Thurs. July 13, 1995)
Title: Demon Days (Tues. July 11, 1995 - Thurs. July 13, 1995)
Author: dangerous_angel
Fandom: Harry Potter
Pairngs(s): AJ/FW, AJ/OMC, AJ/M, AS/MF
Summary: During the summer of 1995, Angelina Johnson decides the world is going to end and the only course of action is to throw caution to the wind.
Rating: 16+.
Word Count: 14, 000
A/N: Takes place after GoF.
Tuesday January 11, 1995
Fred is one of the few blokes I can trust, but that’s not why I choose him. If it’s going to be anyone, it’s going to be Fred. I like him. He makes me laugh. I don’t know if other people would consider that enough to make them want to have sex with someone, but I’m not other people. I’ve never been fond of my virginity anyway.
Mum and Dad are away so it’s perfect. Fred and I immediately go up to my room, where I’ve already got food and butterbeer waiting. Fred sits on my bed and sips the butterbeer, looking around my room. It’s big compared to his room. It’s also been redecorated since the last time he’s been here. The motif is no longer a princess in her tower but New Orlean’s Mardi Gras. Dad said it looked like a whore’s boudoir.
“It’s nice,” Fred mutters when I ask him about the change. “It’s different.”
I know he doesn’t care about the room. He’s likely thinking about how much it cost to redecorate and wishing he had that kind of money. Fred is envious of my parents’ wealth. He thinks I have the perfect life. I never said Fred that was one of the most observant people around. Alicia noticed that my life could be utter shite after one day here. We were six.
“So what do you want to do?” I ask.
Fred shrugs. “Dunno. Do you have anything in mind?”
I don’t hesitate. I just kiss him.
When we’ve gotten our clothes off Fred asks me if I’m sure. I almost reach for my wand. “Are you sure?” I retort. He grins.
The first time is awkward. Our limbs tangle, we move when we shouldn’t, and God does it hurt like hell, at least for me anyway. Fred feels bigger than he looks. For most of it, all I feel is stinging sensation every time Fred thrusts. When I begin to feel something approaching an orgasm, Fred comes. He looks odd, like he’s in pain.
“Are you alright?” Fred asks. He’s lying next to me, staring at the ceiling.
I punch him in the arm. “It’s only my virginity. Other girls have lost theirs and have lived to tell the tale.”
“What will you say when you tell yours. That wasn’t spectacular or anything like that.”
I laugh. “I didn’t think it was going to be. That’s why we’re going to do it again.”
“Again?” he squeaks. “But what about you?”
I motion to the pain potions on the bedside table.
“God, you planned this, didn’t you?” Fred says, surprised.
I resist the urge to roll my eyes. If he even insinuates I’m some kind slut I’m throwing him out of my bed and never speaking to him again.
“Do you want to or not?”
Fred seems slightly uncomfortable. “Yeah, I guess. This changes everything, you know?”
“What do you mean?”
“I took your virginity.”
“And? It’s not like you have to marry me or anything. We had sex, Fred. That’s it.”
“That’s it?” He looks confused. “I’m not ready for anything serious,” he says quietly. “But if I were I’d want it to be with you.”
A part of me has always known that. I’m happy that he’s confirmed what I’ve always secretly believed, but I’m irritated that he won’t shut up and fuck me. I don’t want to talk about relationships. I want to have sex. Alicia says that sex gets better each time. It’s like practice. I want to know what the bloody hell I’m doing and should be doing by the end of tonight.
“Fred, stop with the serious talk, alright? I just want to have a bit of fun. I’m not pressuring you into anything.”
Fred looks at me the way Marcus did. He’s not about to tell me he likes me, though. He wants me to say something.
“I feel the same way about you too,” I say, finally figuring it out. “I’m not ready for commitments either, but if I were I’d want to be committed to you.” I sound like a cheesy love song.
I seem to have appeased Fred because he kisses me.
--
Before this Alicia liked to say that I wasn’t a virgin so I should shut up and stop complaining. Oral sex, I said, was not sex, even though the word sex was mentioned.
I became aware of sex during third year. Before that, I knew it existed but I never thought of the possibility that I would be having it. When I did finally realize that one day I was going to be one of the older girls meeting someone in an empty classroom I decided I’d never be like some of them, the ones who gave but never got. I’ve always been a bit self-centered. I’m never going to get into a situation without the prospect of getting something out of it. I like making other people happy, but I like it when I’m happy too. If everyone’s motto was giving is better than receiving, we’d all be happier because we’d all be getting something.
Fred gives so I’m content with him. He’s content with me too. When he leaves, we’re both grinning our ears off.
Wednesday July 12, 1995
I get an owl from Katie. She’s in Puerto Rico for the summer. Her parents are magical theorists who travel all over the world and write about magical innovations and the like. They’re in Puerto Rico, writing about transfiguring potions. Katie’s enjoying the island. The mosquitoes are eating her alive, but there’s so much new magic and the blokes are real fit and impressed with her accent.
“Hope you’re having as much fun as me,” she writes. I snort. I love Katie, but I know we differ on the meaning of fun. The most she’ll do is snog a few guys.
Thursday July 13, 1995
Alicia and I are going ‘round Marcus’ again. This time we’re leaving from her house since Alicia’s the only one home. Her Dad’s at work and her Mum’s taken the little bastards out to some park for a scavenger hunt. I watch as Alicia primps and preens and comment when she asks for advice.
“So what exactly did you mean when you told Marcus you were hoping to have a bit of fun?” Alicia asks. She’s chosen a blue dress with a low collar. It shows her cleavage perfectly.
“Exactly what you think I mean. I think the world is going to end or it’s about to get really mashed up soon.” I tell Alicia what I’ve been thinking for the past few weeks. I watch for her reaction. There doesn’t seem to be any.
She looks at my reflection in the mirror. “You sound like Marcus. He says if we don’t kill each other this time we will very soon.”
“That’s really philosophical. I didn’t think he had it in him.”
Alicia smiles a little. “You’re both right. Marcus says we should be having as much fun as possible because in two years we won’t know what it is.”
“What exactly are you saying?”
“That maybe Marcus and me want to have a bit of fun too. It’d be better if it was the three of us. We’d look out for each other and Marcus would keep things from getting out of hand.”
I go over to Alicia and hug her from behind. “I’m glad you’re doing this with me. I’m glad that it’s the both of you. I don’t know much about Marcus, but I know enough.”
Alicia touches my hand. She looks as if she’s about to cry. I know how she’s feeling. She’s just admitted out loud that the war is coming. Everything will be leading up to that moment now. How can you not despair when everything’s leading up to disaster?
“I had sex with Fred two days ago,” I say, changing the subject.
Alicia’s face contorts and her eyes widen. “You what?”
“I had sex with Fred Weasley on Tuesday.”
Alicia’s mouth hangs open for a moment. “How was it?”
I shrugged. “It was alright. I didn’t see stars but we got it right at the end.”
“So are you two together now?”
I snorted. “Fred doesn’t want to go there and neither do I. Fun, remember?”
Alicia nods. “I used to think you two were made for each other. I used to think about hearts and rainbows, and you and me marrying Fred and George in a double ceremony.”
“And now?”
“Who knows?”
--
Marcus already has the wine and firewiskey out by the time we arrive. I hug him and kiss him on the cheek. He pushes me away, embarrassed, but pleased that I’ve taken such a liking to him so quickly. We eat and talk and go outside and race Marcus’ brooms. We start drinking as soon as we’re back in the house. An hour later, Alicia and Marcus have gone upstairs and I’ve fallen asleep.
I wake up with my head aching a bit and my clothes sticking to me. I notice that I don’t smell particularly well. I sit up on the sofa and get my bearings. Across from me, dark eyes burn holes in my skin. Montague reclines in the armchair, staring at me with a perplexed look. Why is she here? he’s asking himself.
We stare at each other.
It feels like my body is in the present and my mind is somewhere in the past. I don’t know what to say to Montague. I don’t know why he’s here. I don’t trust him and I don’t particularly like him. Though, he does look a lot more handsome than he did a few weeks ago. It must be alcohol.
“Nicco,” Marcus shouts. He and Alicia come into the room, hanging on to each other.
Montague’s perplexed look deepens. “Cousin,” he replies.
I snort. I hate formalities. It’s one of the reason I hate being around my family and their friends. Somewhere, my family is related to the Malfoys by marriage. The thought of calling Draco cousin or Lucius uncle makes me want to wretch.
“What are you doing here?” Marcus asks, sitting beside me. He pulls Alicia down with him.
“There’s news,” Montague says uncomfortably, glancing at Alicia and me.
“I guess this is our cue to leave,” I say, getting up. I almost wish I didn’t. My head spins but I stay upright. “I need to take a shower. I smell like I’ve had a tumble with one of Hagrid’s animals.”
“Second floor, third door on the right,” Marcus replies. “Call Tinny to wash your clothes.”
“I’m going to shower too,” Alicia says, following me.
“Cousin?” I ask when we're on the second floor.
“Their mothers are sisters. Marcus was living with the Montagues. Nicco’s the only one he can tolerate being around.”
I feel much better after the shower. I put on one of the soft bathrobes with the Flint family crest on it and go out in the hall. Alicia’s waiting for me.
“Should we go down?” she asks.
I shrug. “We should, unless you want me to start poking around your boyfriend’s things.”
She punches me lightly and starts down the hall.
Montague looks like he hasn’t moved since we left. Marcus is near the windows. His face is grim. I notice that there’s an assortment of potions on the sitting room table.
“Are we interrupting?” I ask.
Marcus grunts. He turns and his smiles when he sees Alicia. She’s also only wearing a bathrobe.
“This is surreal,” Montague mutters. He takes a cigarette out of pocket and lights it.
“Can I have one?” I ask. I’ve only smoked once before. I didn’t like it much, but I’m willing to try it again.
Montague’s eyes grow wide. He nods and hands me a cigarette and a matchbook.
The cigarette is sweet, not bitter like the one I tried previously. “This is good,” I tell him. “I didn’t think they could taste like this.”
“You’ve been smoking Muggle cigarettes,” he says disdainfully. “It’s all about addiction with them. For us it’s about the taste.”
“Nicco likes sweet things,” Marcus says, laughing.
Montague glares at him.
I’m sweet, I think about saying. I stop myself because me coming onto Montague would be just too bizarre.
“Sweet and innocent,” Marcus continues.
Montague’s angry now. The referred to subject is something of a sore topic with him. Last year, he’d gotten tangled in a mess involving a second year Hufflepuff. Everyone knows he didn’t do anything wrong but it doesn’t stop people from teasing him.
“Maybe we should go Florean Fortescue's to see if there are any eligibles for our dear boy.”
Montague is seething.
“Don’t get angry. He’s just playing,” Alicia tells him.
“Shut the hell up,” he shouts.
“Don’t you dare talk to her like that,” Marcus yells. He looks very much like the violent troll people accuse him of being. “This is my house and I’ll not have you disrespecting her.”
Both cousins shoot each other nasty looks. It seems as if they’re about ready to pounce on each other.
“I’m hot,” I announce.
“Angelina!” Alicia cries.
I blush a little. “Sorry. It’s the firewhiskey.”
Montague looks distressed now. He shakes his head and sits down. “Bloody surreal,” he mutters.
“I think we should be going now,” Alicia whispers to Marcus. “You two need to talk more.”
I’m starting to feel more like Montague. There’s something going on here that I know nothing about. I ask Alicia about it when we get back to her house.
“Long story short: Marcus never liked the Montagues because they looked down on his father. Malcolm Flint was old and ugly and the Montagues hated him. Marcus looks like him so they never treated him well. Despite all of that they expect him to fulfill his family obligation and join the pureblood crusade. He told them to fuck off so they’re working out a way to take back his mum’s money. Nicco’s been updating him on the situation.”
“Are they going to get back the money?”
“Marcus says he’s not worried. He knows he’ll keep it. The Montagues trying to take it away is like foreplay. They’re giving him time. If he doesn’t agree to their demands the last thing Marcus is going to have to worry about is his galleons.”
I shake my head. And Wizards like to call Muggles crazy.
TBC
A/N: I feel the need to clear up a few things after a review on FF.net. Demon Days is not a chaptered story. I’m posting in instalments so that I can actually manage the whole thing. The story is not very long but it’s not very short either. Demon Days is basically a telling of some of the meaningful things that happened to Angelina during the summer of 1995. I randomly choose how many entries I’ll post and I guess to some it may seem as if nothing is happening. I’m thinking maybe I should’ve posted this all at once.
Author: dangerous_angel
Fandom: Harry Potter
Pairngs(s): AJ/FW, AJ/OMC, AJ/M, AS/MF
Summary: During the summer of 1995, Angelina Johnson decides the world is going to end and the only course of action is to throw caution to the wind.
Rating: 16+.
Word Count: 14, 000
A/N: Takes place after GoF.
Tuesday January 11, 1995
Fred is one of the few blokes I can trust, but that’s not why I choose him. If it’s going to be anyone, it’s going to be Fred. I like him. He makes me laugh. I don’t know if other people would consider that enough to make them want to have sex with someone, but I’m not other people. I’ve never been fond of my virginity anyway.
Mum and Dad are away so it’s perfect. Fred and I immediately go up to my room, where I’ve already got food and butterbeer waiting. Fred sits on my bed and sips the butterbeer, looking around my room. It’s big compared to his room. It’s also been redecorated since the last time he’s been here. The motif is no longer a princess in her tower but New Orlean’s Mardi Gras. Dad said it looked like a whore’s boudoir.
“It’s nice,” Fred mutters when I ask him about the change. “It’s different.”
I know he doesn’t care about the room. He’s likely thinking about how much it cost to redecorate and wishing he had that kind of money. Fred is envious of my parents’ wealth. He thinks I have the perfect life. I never said Fred that was one of the most observant people around. Alicia noticed that my life could be utter shite after one day here. We were six.
“So what do you want to do?” I ask.
Fred shrugs. “Dunno. Do you have anything in mind?”
I don’t hesitate. I just kiss him.
When we’ve gotten our clothes off Fred asks me if I’m sure. I almost reach for my wand. “Are you sure?” I retort. He grins.
The first time is awkward. Our limbs tangle, we move when we shouldn’t, and God does it hurt like hell, at least for me anyway. Fred feels bigger than he looks. For most of it, all I feel is stinging sensation every time Fred thrusts. When I begin to feel something approaching an orgasm, Fred comes. He looks odd, like he’s in pain.
“Are you alright?” Fred asks. He’s lying next to me, staring at the ceiling.
I punch him in the arm. “It’s only my virginity. Other girls have lost theirs and have lived to tell the tale.”
“What will you say when you tell yours. That wasn’t spectacular or anything like that.”
I laugh. “I didn’t think it was going to be. That’s why we’re going to do it again.”
“Again?” he squeaks. “But what about you?”
I motion to the pain potions on the bedside table.
“God, you planned this, didn’t you?” Fred says, surprised.
I resist the urge to roll my eyes. If he even insinuates I’m some kind slut I’m throwing him out of my bed and never speaking to him again.
“Do you want to or not?”
Fred seems slightly uncomfortable. “Yeah, I guess. This changes everything, you know?”
“What do you mean?”
“I took your virginity.”
“And? It’s not like you have to marry me or anything. We had sex, Fred. That’s it.”
“That’s it?” He looks confused. “I’m not ready for anything serious,” he says quietly. “But if I were I’d want it to be with you.”
A part of me has always known that. I’m happy that he’s confirmed what I’ve always secretly believed, but I’m irritated that he won’t shut up and fuck me. I don’t want to talk about relationships. I want to have sex. Alicia says that sex gets better each time. It’s like practice. I want to know what the bloody hell I’m doing and should be doing by the end of tonight.
“Fred, stop with the serious talk, alright? I just want to have a bit of fun. I’m not pressuring you into anything.”
Fred looks at me the way Marcus did. He’s not about to tell me he likes me, though. He wants me to say something.
“I feel the same way about you too,” I say, finally figuring it out. “I’m not ready for commitments either, but if I were I’d want to be committed to you.” I sound like a cheesy love song.
I seem to have appeased Fred because he kisses me.
--
Before this Alicia liked to say that I wasn’t a virgin so I should shut up and stop complaining. Oral sex, I said, was not sex, even though the word sex was mentioned.
I became aware of sex during third year. Before that, I knew it existed but I never thought of the possibility that I would be having it. When I did finally realize that one day I was going to be one of the older girls meeting someone in an empty classroom I decided I’d never be like some of them, the ones who gave but never got. I’ve always been a bit self-centered. I’m never going to get into a situation without the prospect of getting something out of it. I like making other people happy, but I like it when I’m happy too. If everyone’s motto was giving is better than receiving, we’d all be happier because we’d all be getting something.
Fred gives so I’m content with him. He’s content with me too. When he leaves, we’re both grinning our ears off.
Wednesday July 12, 1995
I get an owl from Katie. She’s in Puerto Rico for the summer. Her parents are magical theorists who travel all over the world and write about magical innovations and the like. They’re in Puerto Rico, writing about transfiguring potions. Katie’s enjoying the island. The mosquitoes are eating her alive, but there’s so much new magic and the blokes are real fit and impressed with her accent.
“Hope you’re having as much fun as me,” she writes. I snort. I love Katie, but I know we differ on the meaning of fun. The most she’ll do is snog a few guys.
Thursday July 13, 1995
Alicia and I are going ‘round Marcus’ again. This time we’re leaving from her house since Alicia’s the only one home. Her Dad’s at work and her Mum’s taken the little bastards out to some park for a scavenger hunt. I watch as Alicia primps and preens and comment when she asks for advice.
“So what exactly did you mean when you told Marcus you were hoping to have a bit of fun?” Alicia asks. She’s chosen a blue dress with a low collar. It shows her cleavage perfectly.
“Exactly what you think I mean. I think the world is going to end or it’s about to get really mashed up soon.” I tell Alicia what I’ve been thinking for the past few weeks. I watch for her reaction. There doesn’t seem to be any.
She looks at my reflection in the mirror. “You sound like Marcus. He says if we don’t kill each other this time we will very soon.”
“That’s really philosophical. I didn’t think he had it in him.”
Alicia smiles a little. “You’re both right. Marcus says we should be having as much fun as possible because in two years we won’t know what it is.”
“What exactly are you saying?”
“That maybe Marcus and me want to have a bit of fun too. It’d be better if it was the three of us. We’d look out for each other and Marcus would keep things from getting out of hand.”
I go over to Alicia and hug her from behind. “I’m glad you’re doing this with me. I’m glad that it’s the both of you. I don’t know much about Marcus, but I know enough.”
Alicia touches my hand. She looks as if she’s about to cry. I know how she’s feeling. She’s just admitted out loud that the war is coming. Everything will be leading up to that moment now. How can you not despair when everything’s leading up to disaster?
“I had sex with Fred two days ago,” I say, changing the subject.
Alicia’s face contorts and her eyes widen. “You what?”
“I had sex with Fred Weasley on Tuesday.”
Alicia’s mouth hangs open for a moment. “How was it?”
I shrugged. “It was alright. I didn’t see stars but we got it right at the end.”
“So are you two together now?”
I snorted. “Fred doesn’t want to go there and neither do I. Fun, remember?”
Alicia nods. “I used to think you two were made for each other. I used to think about hearts and rainbows, and you and me marrying Fred and George in a double ceremony.”
“And now?”
“Who knows?”
--
Marcus already has the wine and firewiskey out by the time we arrive. I hug him and kiss him on the cheek. He pushes me away, embarrassed, but pleased that I’ve taken such a liking to him so quickly. We eat and talk and go outside and race Marcus’ brooms. We start drinking as soon as we’re back in the house. An hour later, Alicia and Marcus have gone upstairs and I’ve fallen asleep.
I wake up with my head aching a bit and my clothes sticking to me. I notice that I don’t smell particularly well. I sit up on the sofa and get my bearings. Across from me, dark eyes burn holes in my skin. Montague reclines in the armchair, staring at me with a perplexed look. Why is she here? he’s asking himself.
We stare at each other.
It feels like my body is in the present and my mind is somewhere in the past. I don’t know what to say to Montague. I don’t know why he’s here. I don’t trust him and I don’t particularly like him. Though, he does look a lot more handsome than he did a few weeks ago. It must be alcohol.
“Nicco,” Marcus shouts. He and Alicia come into the room, hanging on to each other.
Montague’s perplexed look deepens. “Cousin,” he replies.
I snort. I hate formalities. It’s one of the reason I hate being around my family and their friends. Somewhere, my family is related to the Malfoys by marriage. The thought of calling Draco cousin or Lucius uncle makes me want to wretch.
“What are you doing here?” Marcus asks, sitting beside me. He pulls Alicia down with him.
“There’s news,” Montague says uncomfortably, glancing at Alicia and me.
“I guess this is our cue to leave,” I say, getting up. I almost wish I didn’t. My head spins but I stay upright. “I need to take a shower. I smell like I’ve had a tumble with one of Hagrid’s animals.”
“Second floor, third door on the right,” Marcus replies. “Call Tinny to wash your clothes.”
“I’m going to shower too,” Alicia says, following me.
“Cousin?” I ask when we're on the second floor.
“Their mothers are sisters. Marcus was living with the Montagues. Nicco’s the only one he can tolerate being around.”
I feel much better after the shower. I put on one of the soft bathrobes with the Flint family crest on it and go out in the hall. Alicia’s waiting for me.
“Should we go down?” she asks.
I shrug. “We should, unless you want me to start poking around your boyfriend’s things.”
She punches me lightly and starts down the hall.
Montague looks like he hasn’t moved since we left. Marcus is near the windows. His face is grim. I notice that there’s an assortment of potions on the sitting room table.
“Are we interrupting?” I ask.
Marcus grunts. He turns and his smiles when he sees Alicia. She’s also only wearing a bathrobe.
“This is surreal,” Montague mutters. He takes a cigarette out of pocket and lights it.
“Can I have one?” I ask. I’ve only smoked once before. I didn’t like it much, but I’m willing to try it again.
Montague’s eyes grow wide. He nods and hands me a cigarette and a matchbook.
The cigarette is sweet, not bitter like the one I tried previously. “This is good,” I tell him. “I didn’t think they could taste like this.”
“You’ve been smoking Muggle cigarettes,” he says disdainfully. “It’s all about addiction with them. For us it’s about the taste.”
“Nicco likes sweet things,” Marcus says, laughing.
Montague glares at him.
I’m sweet, I think about saying. I stop myself because me coming onto Montague would be just too bizarre.
“Sweet and innocent,” Marcus continues.
Montague’s angry now. The referred to subject is something of a sore topic with him. Last year, he’d gotten tangled in a mess involving a second year Hufflepuff. Everyone knows he didn’t do anything wrong but it doesn’t stop people from teasing him.
“Maybe we should go Florean Fortescue's to see if there are any eligibles for our dear boy.”
Montague is seething.
“Don’t get angry. He’s just playing,” Alicia tells him.
“Shut the hell up,” he shouts.
“Don’t you dare talk to her like that,” Marcus yells. He looks very much like the violent troll people accuse him of being. “This is my house and I’ll not have you disrespecting her.”
Both cousins shoot each other nasty looks. It seems as if they’re about ready to pounce on each other.
“I’m hot,” I announce.
“Angelina!” Alicia cries.
I blush a little. “Sorry. It’s the firewhiskey.”
Montague looks distressed now. He shakes his head and sits down. “Bloody surreal,” he mutters.
“I think we should be going now,” Alicia whispers to Marcus. “You two need to talk more.”
I’m starting to feel more like Montague. There’s something going on here that I know nothing about. I ask Alicia about it when we get back to her house.
“Long story short: Marcus never liked the Montagues because they looked down on his father. Malcolm Flint was old and ugly and the Montagues hated him. Marcus looks like him so they never treated him well. Despite all of that they expect him to fulfill his family obligation and join the pureblood crusade. He told them to fuck off so they’re working out a way to take back his mum’s money. Nicco’s been updating him on the situation.”
“Are they going to get back the money?”
“Marcus says he’s not worried. He knows he’ll keep it. The Montagues trying to take it away is like foreplay. They’re giving him time. If he doesn’t agree to their demands the last thing Marcus is going to have to worry about is his galleons.”
I shake my head. And Wizards like to call Muggles crazy.
TBC
A/N: I feel the need to clear up a few things after a review on FF.net. Demon Days is not a chaptered story. I’m posting in instalments so that I can actually manage the whole thing. The story is not very long but it’s not very short either. Demon Days is basically a telling of some of the meaningful things that happened to Angelina during the summer of 1995. I randomly choose how many entries I’ll post and I guess to some it may seem as if nothing is happening. I’m thinking maybe I should’ve posted this all at once.