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D E W Y A I R

lola berkshire

{5:32 AM}

Another early-bird special?

I think so.

I quickly get up from my bed, though quiet as possible because Zeno decided to sleep over.

Making this difficult as it already is, I see.

Sometimes I think Zeno knows exactly what I'm up to without even trying.

But then again he thinks I'm innocent.

Let's keep it that way, shall we?

The sky is crisp blue; the usual colored hue around this time.

I glance over at Scarlett's four-post; she's swaddled in her thick purple velvet plush blanket with her foot sticking out.

Glancing over at Mel's four-post, I could hardly even see her because my brother's body is wrapped around her under the covers.

Ah, the good old big spoon little spoon.

An arm is sticking off the bed. As I squint, I realize that it's my brother's.

Fucking hell, his arm is that long?!

Disregarding this notion, I tiptoe around the room to gather my items and such.

Baggy sweatshirt, a pair of leggings, casual running shoes.

I quickly tie up my hair into a lazy bun. It's just Miles, he doesn't care what I look like.

He'd still tap regardless.

I grab my wand from my bedside table and stuff a pillow or two under the sheets to make it look like I'm present; it's not the best, but it's enough.

Whew, this is going to be the riskiest task I've ever done; especially when Zeno is right there.

I make my way towards the door very quietly.

Before I exit the room, I take a quick glance back at Scarlett's bed, then at Mel's.

The three are sound asleep.

Perfect.

I gently close the door, and once I'm out-. I sprint down the corridors.

Looking back to make sure that I'm not being followed, I suddenly bump into someone.

"Watch where you're fucking going!" A familiar voice hissed.

I turned around to see Narsa with a blanket wrapped around her, and only the blanket.

Immediately, her eyes widen.

And so do mine.

"Narsa...?" I queried quietly, "What are you... doing here?"

"I...could ask you the same thing!" Narsa reprimanded.

"My room is down there..." I respond.

She gulps.

"Okay? And?"

Silence.

"I won't tell if you won't tell," I say.

"Deal," she frantically states as she pulls her hand out.

I shake it attentively as we both walk away from one another shortly after.

Straying further away from her presence, I pull out my wand and stand in an empty corridor.

Looking left, looking right, I mutter the words that churns and twirls my dimension.

And just like that, I'm in front of my cozy home.

Though I'm not going home...

I start walking towards Miles' home.

The dewy air; I could never get tired of that smell.

Gravel underneath the sole of my shoes.

That sweet sweet sound of the gravel.

The birds chirping; awakening.

I glance around the peaceful neighborhood as the sun starts rising; starts peaking above the horizon.

A mixture of purple, pink, blue hues onto the sky like a damn painting.

As I reach Mile's home, I knock how I usually knock.

Immediately, Miles stands in front of me with his ruffled curls, a few curls toppling over his forehead, and his semi-sleepy posture.

Upon eye contact, he smiles a wide smile and pulls me to an embrace with such sudden movement.

He wraps his arms around my small frame as I wrap my arms around his neck.

"I missed you so much," Miles said through a nervous tone, "I didn't think you'd be back."

We pulled away from our embrace as I walked in, with him closing the door shortly after.

"We planned the days I would come accordingly this summer, Miles. How could I just forget all about them?" I softly chuckle.

Miles places a gentle peck on my forehead and smiles.

"Sorry," he says, "You're right, how could you just forget? Anyway, are you hungry?"

I bit my lip with contemplation.

"You know what, I could definitely go for a cup of tea with milk," I responded as we both walked alongside one another heading towards his homey kitchen.

I took a seat on a swivel high chair by the kitchen island as I watched Miles prepare me a cup of tea.

He's only walking around wearing blue striped pajama pants that's hanging lowly; lowly enough for his v-line to be completely exposed.

My own personal eye candy.

"So, how's school?" Miles asks as he's heating up a pot of water. "How's Zeno?"

"Zeno still doesn't know about us," I preen, "And school is going good. Funny thing, really-. I saw Narsa in our Slytherin dungeons with just a blanket around her body. 10 galleons she was shagging someone-."

"Galleons?" Miles asked.

"Oh, right," I softly chuckled, "I keep forgetting you're a muggle."

"Muggle sounds like a slur-."

"It's not," I respond immediately, "I don't think it's a derogative term. It shouldn't be."

He laughed.

"It's alright, Lola," he responded as he poured steaming hot water into a mug.

Miles prepared me a cup of tea with some milk.

As he placed the tea cup in front of me, I inhaled the herbal aromas and closed my eyes.

Nothing will ever beat homemade tea.

Miles took a seat right next to me and placed his hand on my thigh, groping it gently.

"Tell me if you want more tea," he mumbles softly as he observed me.

I nodded.

As I drank the tea, I allowed the warm senses disembogue my body. It was relieving and sensual at the same time.

Especially if the tea was made by Miles.

As I drank the tea while making eye contact with Miles, tension spewed in between my thighs.

Our love language was physical touch. Going days without his touch drove me fucking crazy.

We went from touching each other everyday to hardly touching one another every few times a week.

Once a week, even.

I can't help it.

"Enjoying the view?" I joked as Miles stared at me with his lips slightly ajar.

Miles bit his lip gently.

"Mhm," he mumbled as he nodded his head.

I put down my cup of tea and smirked whilst maintaining eye contact.

At an instant, he leans forward and pulls my body closer to his.

His lips crash onto mine with such hunger as his tongue slides against the bottom of my lip wanting entrance.

I part my lips as our tongues clash against one another.

He lifts me by my waist and sets me onto his lap. I sit on his thighs as my legs dangle over him whilst being seated on the swivel.

Miles gropes my ass as a faint moan escapes my lips.

Knocking my head back, his lips press against my neck, trailing down from my jawline to my collarbones.

Miles pulls away from our heated bodies and looks up at me.

"Lola, let me fuck you on this table."

Taken aback, I gulp and stare at his glistening eyes.

"I-. Are you su-."

"Fucking positive."

"Then alri-."

Immediately, Miles lifts me by my thighs as he wraps my legs around his torso.

He stands up from the swivel with his hands grasping onto my ass.

Miles sets me down onto the dining table and pins me against it.

Without hesitation, his cold and veiny hands tug at the both sides of my leggings.

He slides them off and slams them onto the ground, then pulls off my underwear at an instant.

Miles always got like this; he was ruthless. He loved the last minute decision to have sex; it was all we ever did last summer. Sex in places you couldn't even imagine.

All right under peoples' noses.

Once we started, we just...couldn't stop.

He ran his fingers through his hair and examined me.

"You look so fucking good on this table, Lola," he muttered under his breath as he tugged down his pajama pants.

His throbbing dick jolted up to his stomach as he jerked himself off for a couple strokes.

My heart was palpitating at an alarming rate; Miles is the only person to ever make me feel this way.

He grasped onto my waist and pulled me towards him.

He leveled himself with my waist and aligned his pulsating cock against my entrance.

Without hesitation, his shaft entered into me as a gasp emitted from my throat. I grasped onto the table-runner that was dispositioned after being thrown onto this table.

Miles was thrusting; and he was thrusting hard.

I couldn't moan; I couldn't. Just whimpers and groans.

Mr. and Mrs. Wright were upstairs sound asleep, and he simply couldn't risk getting caught.

The aggressive pounding continued for 23 minutes.

He knew what he wanted at all times.

This was our love language.

***

zeno berkshire

Mel is all I could think of right now.

I couldn't care less about fucking Transfigurations.

As the professor baffled and baffled, whilst I took notes inattentively, my mind was racing constantly-.

Constantly about Amelie.

I don't think I could ever grasp the concept of having to wait years until finally making a move on her.

I mean, I've always had attraction for Amelie since the beginning of fucking time. I just don't understand why it took me this long.

And the best part?

She fucking wants me back.

I get it; she has difficulty expressing love, but just as long as I know she loves me.

God, the reassurance feels so fucking good.

Her words alone drive me completely insane. Her intoxicating smell, too.

What fucking shampoo does she use? It smells absolutely fantastic.

Though the innocent thoughts of her linger, the naughty ones remain.

I imagine myself putting her in 100+ positions, making her cum, making her shake, cry, whimper, moan for my fucking name, begging for me to slow down or even go harder.

The taste of her fucking blood.

The taste of her in general.

The foggy thoughts soon disintegrated when Auburn Manchester, a pale boy with a brain the size of a pea, nudges me.

"What the fuck do you want, Manchester," I muttered under my breath as he sat next to me with his quill in his hand. I'm assuming he's absolutely clueless.

"Do you have any idea what we're doing?" Manchester whispered

Normally, I'm not aggressive to strangers or to those who are nice, but something about Manchester just fucking annoys me.

He talks too much, he's a complete idiot, and he leeches off other students for answers and what not.

Mostly leeching off me.

Fucking Manchester.

It's not you I want leeching on me, mate.

"No clue," I said unenthusiastically, "Absolutely no clue."

Manchester sighed as he went on and scribbled small figures and drawings onto his blank parchment.

I did pity the boy, really.

But he had a million friends who couldn't even bother to help him in his academic studies.

I sure as hell would have helped him if we were friends.

But we're not.

He's weird.

I don't fucking like weird.

Though I am a bit strange myself.

Whatever.

After what felt like forever, class finally ended and I immediately sped out the classroom.

I wanted to see my family and I wanted to see Mel.

They are what's keeping me alive, really. What's pushing me to strive through school.

Without them, I would have gone completely crazy.

It was Oliver who really helped me.

I entered Hogwarts with absolute anxiety. In fact, I'm positive that I still suffer from it because every time I'm walking down these packed corridors, my chest always feels so fucking tight.

But Oliver helps me.

And now Mel.

With her hand in mine, and the shiny eyes that wander around the crowds.

I glance down at the crowds of students eager to get back to their dorms-. I'm in search for Mel.

Or anyone, for this matter.

Narsa? Oliver? Scarlett? Zenith? Lola?

Fucking hell, where are they? We usually meet around this area!

Shit, Zeno-.

Don't fucking panic. They're probably running a little late.

God, why are they running late?

I said don't fucking panic, you little bitch.

Fuck-.

My throat is tightening.

I hate when I get like this.

Soon, my chest feels tight.

My hands feel clammy.

My heart is beating really really fast.

I look around for my family and Mel, and they're fucking nowhere to be found.

Okay, breathe Xenophilius.

I stumble towards a wall and lean my back against it in attempt to ease my discomfort.

I close my eyes, but that only heightens my hearing senses.

The loud commotion coming from left and right, emitting from other students around me.

God, could they just fucking shut up?

Could everyone just fucking shut up?

I hate crowds. I fucking hate crowds. I fucking despise crowds.

I shut my eyes tighter in hopes that the chatter lowers down.

I'm immediately startled when a cold hand touches mine.

I look down to see Mel with her soft features and a small smile.

To her left, Oliver, then Scarlett, then Narsa.

"Hi," she says softly as she stands on her tiptoes in attempt to kiss me.

I softly chuckle and bend down just enough to place a peck on her lips.

"Hey," I respond.

"Are you alright?" Oliver queries.

"Yeah," I state, "You?"

I know that earlier I was not alright, but no one needs to know that.

It's not a big deal.

It happens- anxiety attacks.

No big deal.

"I'm alright," he responds through a smile, "Last night's study date was fucking horrendous."

I scoffed.

"Mel told me all about it," I beckoned as her tender hand clamped onto mine. "Eleanor wouldn't stop talking about Zenith, right?"

"She wouldn't fucking stop!" Oliver jeered.

The four of us walked alongside one another down the corridor on the way back to the Slytherin commons.

I look down at Scarlett as she strides quietly.

Strange.

Scar's expression seems rather droopy; lifeless, even.

"Scarlett?" I question, "Are you alright?"

She looks up at me with her blue ocean eyes and paints out a smile that I knew wasn't natural.

"I'm alright!" Scarlett yips as she looks back down.

And so her expression withers again.

The walk back to the commons was rather quiet.

Mel was in a good mood.

I was in a good mood.

I'm sure that Oliver is in a good mood, too.

But not Scarlett, no.

I was going to get down to the problem; I have to.

Once we entered the commons, Mel and I took a seat on the sofa, with Scarlett and Oliver across on armchairs next to each other.

Mel leaned her head against my shoulder as we huffed.

She picked my hand up and placed it against her lips, pecking it gently.

"I love you," she says quietly.

Holy fuck, that got me oddly horny.

Holy fuck, she's hot.

Fucking hell, she loves me?!

"I love you, too," I respond as I kiss her forehead.

Fucking hell, this feels good.

I look over at Oliver as he's flipping through the pages of some sort of grotesque muggle magazine.

Oh, Merlin's beard.

It's a Playboy magazine.

"The fuck are you looking through?" I queried.

He looks up at me and places the magazine onto his lap faced down.

"Brunettes. Why?"

Mel scoffed as Scarlett groaned.

I let out a chuckle as I internally cringed.

"What happened with that Charlotte chick, by the way?" I asked.

At an instant, his eyes lit up and a smile grew across his face.

"I forgot to tell you, Mel!" He looked at Mel, "I have a fucking DATE with her this Friday!"

"See? I knew you could do it," Mel said gleefully. "She really is a pretty gal, Oli."

"And you're a pretty boy, Oli," I added.

I looked over at Scarlett as she fiddles with her fingernails.

"Scarlett?" I say, "Are you sure you're alright?"

Scarlett looks up at me while Oliver diverts his attention to her. Worrisome is now plastered on his face.

About time you noticed, Oliver.

She gulped as her lips were slightly parted, though inaudible.

"I...am fine," she responds quietly.

"Scarlett," Oliver says sternly, "What's wrong?"

She would either insist that she's fine, or she'd cry.

Oliver knew how to get the truth out.

She could lie to me. She could lie to Zenith. Lola. Amelie.

But she couldn't lie to Oliver or Narsa.

Instantly, Scarlett's face soon frowned as her eyebrows scrunched. Tears immediately started pouring out her eyes.

Amelie was about to get up from besides me when I held her down, insisting that Oliver takes care of it.

She got the message; it was a boundary that neither of us were allowed to cross- the sibling bond that they had would remain untouched.

Oliver jolted up from his seat and sped towards SCarlett as the tears started pouring faster.

He pulled her head to his chest as her arms clung around his masculine frame.

She sniffled here and there until she was ready to speak.

I looked down at Mel as her eyes were glued onto Scarlett with nervousness.

Mel was biting her fingernails as she watched Scarlett sobbing.

"Shhh..." Oliver cooed as he continuously rubbed the back of her head.

For some reason, my blood was boiling.

Who made her feel this way?

This isn't a Scarlett thing to do.

Someone must've hurt her.

The only question is who?

As Scarlett's faint sobs halted, she pulled away from Oliver's chest as he wiped her tears.

Oliver loved his sisters with all his heart; it was embedded.

Uncle Draco taught me to take care of my sister with everything in my willpower.

Father just told me to look out for my siblings.

He thought that everything was set.

I had to learn through my Uncle.

Can you believe that?

"Do you want to talk about it?" Oliver asked softly.

Scarlett looked at Oliver, then at me, then back at Oliver.

"Promise...not to get mad?" Scarlett queried.

Ah, fuck.

Half the time, we always get mad after being told not to get mad.

But Oliver had to agree, or else Scarlett wouldn't say anything.

I was on the edge of my fucking seat.

My leg absently bounced up and down eager for her response.

It soon came to a halt, the leg bouncing, when Mel placed her small and tender hand onto my thigh.

I looked at her as she grew a faint smile- a reassuring smile.

I smiled back, then looked back at Scarlett.

Woah, that was easy.

What the fuck?

"I promise," Oliver lied.

Scarlett gulped.

"It's... about..." Scarlett whispered a word into Oliver's ear. I gulped. Oliver huffed as he stood straight, scrunching his nose with his hand and looking around. He bent back down in level to Scarlett as she continued to talk to him.

I could only pick up a few things.

"Since year 5..."

"He was my first.."

I'm sorry-. Excuse me?

"I really thought it was love..."

"It seemed like he really cared about me?"

"He didn't allow me to have any other guy friends..."

Who the fuck is this sick bastard?

Through Oliver's body language, I knew he was getting riled up.

He was clenching his fists while I was clenching my jaw.

My leg absently bounced up and down once more, though Amelie knew she wouldn't be able to calm me down.

"He almost hit me-."

"Give me the fucking name," I spat as I got up from the sofa, "Give me a fucking name, Scarlett."

"It's fucking Zenith," Oliver seethed.

I was astonished.

Am I hearing this right?

I looked over at Mel as her expression was plastered with confusion.

"You're fucking joking," I snapped while looking down at Scarlett.

Scarlett shook her head slowly.

My heart was instantly beating fast.

I wanted to pound his fucking face with my damn fists.

But hold on-.

We have to think ab-.

"I'm going to see him," Oliver spat as turned around and attempted to stomp towards the exit of the commons.

I immediately held him back, as he shoved his hand off him.

"Oliver-. Fucking wait!" I raised my voice.

He sighed loudly and turned around with clenched fists.

"Oliver, please don't do an-." Scarlett stammered.

"You don't say a fucking word," Oliver sneered to Scarlett.

She surely shut up.

"We need to think about this, Oli-."

"There's nothing to think about! He almost put his fucking hands on your cousin! My fucking sister!"

"As much as I want to fucking murder him," quick glance at Mel, then back at Oliver, "We have to come up with a better approach. This isn't just some random person, Oli. This is Zenith. He's practically fami-."

"I don't give a fuck, Zeno. I don't give a fucking fuck. I'm fucking him up-."

Oliver started straying further when I suddenly grabbed his wrist.

He broke free and grunted.

"What!" Oliver spat.

"I'll go with you. We-. We'll handle him in a proper way-."

I wanted to fucking kill and murder Zenith with my bare fucking hands. I wanted to choke him until he bled out through his fucking eyes. I wanted to pound his face with my large fists until his brain hemorrhaged.

But this is fucking family we're talking about.

"If anything, I'll fucking kill him myself," Mel announced as she stood up from the sofa, making her way towards the both of us, "I'll make him hurt. I can do it-."

"No," Oliver sneered, "I can fuck him up mysel-."

"Oliver," I stated sternly, "Just let Mel do it-."

"What, you're suddenly fucking soft inside that you can't even protect your own cousin?"

"Don't ever say that, Oliver. You know how much I love Scar-."

"Are you sure? Because it seems like you're being a little soft-."

"You're being really impulsive right now, Oliver-."

"So fucking what! It must be a goddamn Malfoy thing, am I right?"

"Just let me handle it, Oliver-." Mel was interrupted with Oliver's scoff.

"I'm fucking him up, and neither of you are stopping me-."

Oliver tried to walk away when I pulled him back.

"Oliver!" I raised my voice, "Fucking RELAX for a second."

He huffed.

"By you not allowing me to fuck up Zenith after he manipulated my sister, emotionally and mentally abused my sister, and nearly laid a fucking finger on her with malice, I'm really starting to think that I should fuck the both of you up-."

Oliver was being impulsive. He gets like this most of the time.

And trust me-. If anyone understands, it's my father and I.

He's just like his dad somtimes.

The anger issues and all.

"Oliver, you and I will get him back, but we can't just fuck his shit up-."

"Fucking hell," he muttered, "The three of us fucked the Zabinis, passed them around like a fucking hot potato, but I guess it seems like you're the one who turned out soft-."

Nope.

I threw a punch at Oliver's jaw immediately.

I will not tolerate that. Nope.

Mel gasped as Scarlett's feet pattering came from behind.

"Zeno!" Mel shouted.

Oliver came launching towards me as he threw another punch.

I punched up him.

He socked me by my cheekbone.

I did the same.

At this point, Scarlett and Mel were screaming for us to stop.

Prefects didn't want to interfere; they learned their lesson back when Oliver and I fought in year 4 over a fucking book.

We went back and forth. Punching stomachs, chests, jaws.

I punched him in the lip as he did the same.

And we both bled.

Fucking hell.

We both backed away from one another; heavily panting.

Mel and Scarlett were scared shitless.

What? It's nothing new, guys! You've seen us fight multiple times!

I wiped the blood from my lip as he did the same.

Fucking little prick.

"Don't ever disrespect Amelie like that, Oliver," I seethed.

Amelie sighed.

"Oliver's an impulsive little fuck," Mel muttered under her breath, "And so are you, Zeno."

I scoffed.

Oliver huffed as licked the blood from his lip.

He flung his hand around a little to ease the stinging from his fist.

Him and I stared at one another for a little bit.

Heavily panting.

A little angry.

Oliver looked at Mel with exhaustion.

"Sorry for saying that, Mel," Oliver said as he panted.

"It's no worries," she responded with her arms crossed, "You weren't the best, anyway."

Oliver softly chuckled as he stuck a middle finger at her.

He looked back up at me with a little anger.

"Do you just want to... fuck him up together?" Oliver asked me through his heavy breathing.

I gulped as I panted, as well.

"Yeah-." I said, "Sure."

He huffed.

I huffed.

"Alright," Oliver says, "Shall we?"

"Lead the way," I responded.

He nodded as he turned around.

I followed.

Mel and Scarlett followed.

"Fucking hell," I heard Scarlett mutter under her breath from behind Oliver and I, "And I thought my mum and dad were bipolar based off the stories that my Uncle Enzo told me."

I softly chuckled.

Oliver and I have a strong bond. Nothing could break up apart.

I looked over at him as the frustration for Zenith surfaced back.

We were going to fuck him up.

And I'm positive that Mel will help.

No one hurts my family and gets away with it.

***

NEXT CHAPTER TOMORROW. STAY SEATED, IT'S GOING TO BE BUMPY.

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