Temptation (FR-18)

A/N: Wow high response for the Faith/Harry lovin’ glad you are all liking it and as promised, since the reviews came in: drabble 3!

Title: Temptation

Summary: Harry can’t help but to feel tempted by the new student. She enlists feelings in him that not even Cho could make possible. The downside? She’s Slytherin!

Pairing: H/F

Rating: FR-18
Setting: Post-Book #5, Post-S3 (instead of a coma, Faith was taken in
Dis: I own nothing!

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All heads had turned when hearing the announcement of a new student. There, standing near Dumbledore, Faith had never felt more self-conscious than she did at that moment. Eyes of all shapes, sizes, and colors were staring her down. Some curious, others distrusting. She did her best to act cool while on the inside she was shaking faster than her motel bed back at Sunny D.

This was, as Wes and the Council put it, her last chance. Since she finally fessed up to the accidental killing Giles went behind Wes’s back and pulled some strings with this Dumbledore guy to get her into this school. Here she was supposedly going to learn self-control and all that jazz.

“Faith will be studying under the guidance of me as well as Ms. McGonagall and Mr. Snape. She will, however, be admitted into a house and wear those house colors.”

Apparently, Faith was still allowed to play around with the kiddies, and as she looked around the room she saw plenty of takers. A cute little blond with a sneer on his face she wanted to wipe right off sat with a table filled with green and silver. At one of red and yellow there was another boy with shaggy black hair and green eyes that she connected with: and she saw sadness and despair.

Instant attraction.

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Harry looked down into his pumpkin juice after about ten seconds of meeting the mysterious girl’s gaze. Something about her made him feel a little off, like she was one of the bad guys but when they connected like that just now, he couldn’t help but to feel an overwhelming sense of sadness and despair.

“Get a load of that girl,” whispered Ron, eyes filled with what Harry could only describe as lust. Just then her eyes went to Ron and she sent a wink his way, which made the tips of his ears turn a bright pink before he adverted his gaze to the table. “Bloody hell!”

“Honestly you two,” huffed Hermione Granger, giving them both disapproving glares. “Grow up!”

“SLYTHERIN!”

The trio’s heads snapped up as the hat called the house name Faith would be at. Hermione frowned before going back to reading the paper. Ron slouched in his seat, defeated due to knowing he’d never talk to the beauty because of her affiliation with the Slytherins. Harry, however, watched her as she strutted to her table. Malfoy instantly made room for her and she slid in beside him and something inside of Harry recoiled at the simple gesture. However, he had to forget all about Faith: because even if she HAD been sent to his house, he couldn’t risk her getting hurt. He couldn’t get close to anyone until Voldemort was dead.

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Faith hurriedly made it to her private room, which had been suggested by the Council and Dumbledore had agreed. She still lived in the dungeons, which was beyond depressing but she did feel a little at home due to living a lot of her teen life in sewers looking for vamps. She sighed as she finally made it to her room and hurriedly tugged off the robes, shoes, stockings, vest, and all the other crap she was supposed to wear until she was down to just her bra and panties. She sighed, ignoring the paintings of women that walked around on her wall. She had almost sliced a painting with a dagger earlier but Dumbledore had assured her it was quite normal… More like abnormal.

“You look troubled, Dear,” said a painting of an older woman who was holding a sword with one hand and a black rose with the other.

“My whole life has been nothing but trouble,” muttered Faith as she slipped off her panties and bra then slipped on her pajama shorts and white t-shirt.

“You killing that man wasn’t your fault,” whispered the woman, and Faith whirled around to face her.

“How did you…”

“We all know… The paintings, most of the staff know as well and it is only a matter of time before the students know.”

“Well I’ve already been getting stared at,” said Faith as she lay on her bed. “What are a few more whispers? From what I hear, me killing someone is right up the alley of this house anyway.”

“True,” said the woman, her blue eyes filled with mirth. “But not all of us are bad. I, for one, went against my family to battle against Voldemort and his army.”

“Tell me more about this Voldemort guy…”

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Blood, so much blood, dripping from the walls and ceiling. Pooling around her and sticking to her hair and clothes. Her hands were covered in it and standing in front of her was Buffy along with the guy Faith had killed.

“How could you… We trusted you!” yelled Buffy.

“Murderer!”

“When will it end Faith?” asked Buffy, holding up a long silver dagger. “When?!”

“I’m sorry,” she sobbed.

“Not good enough.”


Faith shot awake covered in sweat. She threw the large blankets off of her and hurried out of her room. She was told about curfew and all but she wasn’t a fan of following ALL the rules. Besides, she needed to vent, before something inside her broke… or before she broke something.

Jogging up the moving stairs in her bare feet Faith really didn’t know where she was going until she caught sight of three figures in a dim light. It looked like light from a wand but as soon as she saw it, it was gone and she quickly turned around to go in another direction. Whatever they were doing, she wanted no part of it. So instead she moved up another flight of stairs, then another and another until she found herself in a tower. It was cold, due to her not wearing warm clothes, but it was a beautiful place. She saw many stars and as she got close to a large window she saw she was high on top of the school.

“What’re you doing here?” She turned her head, and then narrowed her eyes at the boy she had seen at dinner. “You shouldn’t be out…”

“And YOU should be?” She snorted before looking back out at the grounds toward a forest that made the hairs at the back of her neck tingle. “Whatever, Potter.”

“You know who I am?”

“Dude, I was well informed of everything everyone knew about you,” said Faith.

“Not good, then, since you’re Slytherin,” he spat.

“Yeah, well, just cause I’m Slytherin doesn’t mean I want to worship that guy that killed your parents, so back the hell off.”

He did, he actually took two steps and then she turned her back to him again, fingers pressing against the cold glass. She rested her forehead against it next, exhaling so that a small mist formed on the window, then evaporated before she could trace a pattern in it.

“I’m sorry…” He sounded like he meant it. “It’s just… Slytherin’s aren’t well looked upon here.”

“Yeah, well, I’m used to it.” She turned away from the window as more flashes from her dream assaulted her. She needed something, ANYTHING, to get these images out of her head and since she didn’t have a vamp… “Have you ever kissed a girl, Harry?”

“I, uh, what?”

“A girl, have you ever kissed one?” she asked while turning back around to face him, coming closer as she took step after step in his direction.

“Yes, I… Have,” he whispered as she came to stand before him, her eyes roaming over him as if he were a piece of meat and he swallowed thickly as her hands roamed up his chest to his bony shoulders. He kept his hands fisted at his sides because thoughts, hundreds of them, were going through his head.

She could be a spy for Voldemort. She was a Slytherin: someone not to be trusted. He knew nothing of this girl, who reined from America. Hell, from what he heard from Hermione, there was no record of her ever attending ANY Magical school, so just who was this girl?

She had the prettiest eyes…

Then he was suddenly against the wall and he didn’t have time to be surprised by her strength because her lips were on his. She tasted of mint with a hint of something dark that pulled him in deeper. His fisted hands moved up to her elbows and when her slight form was pressed firmly against his body his hands roamed to her back. Never had he kissed a girl like this. Heat, passion… Tongue.

Her teeth clattered against his as she moved for a different position but her lips never broke from his. He moaned when she rubbed between his legs then gasped for air when she finally broke the kiss, eyes dazed but sharply focusing when her lips moved to his neck where she had undone the collar of his shirt.

“Touch me, Harry…” Her hands took his bony wrists then ran them up her shirt and again he held his breath while his long fingers brushed over her full breasts. “Just like that…”

“I…I…”

“You talk too much.” Again her lips silenced him and when she nipped at his bottom lip he squeezed her naked breasts a little harder, earning a soft moan that he wanted to hear again and again. “Too many clothes, Harry…”

“But… But we don’t…”

“Do you want me?” she asked huskily, looking up at him with dark brown eyes, swollen lips, and a face full of urgency. As if she didn’t know what she’d do if he said no.

“I just met you…”

“So?”

“It… It isn’t proper… I…”

“Wow, you British guys really are gentlemen.”

“I’m sorry, I mean I want to just…” And there she went on tempting him with her slow smile as she unhurriedly moved his hands from her breasts. He would have snatched them away but she held onto his thick wrists with an ironclad grip.

“I get it…” She laughed while pulling her hair over her shoulder. “I’m too much of a freak for you. Used to it.”

“It isn’t that…”

“So if I was put into your house you’d be acting the same way?”

“YES!” he insisted. “I just… I don’t know you, is all…”

“Then, Harry,” she whispered, arms moving up around his neck before she brushed her lips once then twice over his. “We’ll have to get better acquainted.”

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She was Eve and he was Adam wanting to take the apple she offered. That was the only analogy he could think of due to the constant ramming Aunt Petunia gave him over the Bible. Faith always found some way to tease and torture him and today, in the one class she shared with him and her house, he was certain he was going to die.

He had sat in the back of class due to coming in behind his friends, Faith had strolled in late and since she was Slytherin all she got was a scolding. When she saw he was sitting by himself he frowned at her mischievous smile. For two weeks, between trying to figure out who the Half-Blood Prince was and grieving over lost friends: Faith managed to do what he had feared.

Worm a place in his heart.

He feared what the Dark Lord would do with THAT information.

“Harry,” she whispered, opening her book.

“Faith…”

“SILENCE!” ordered Snape before tapping his wand against the board. There, a potion turned up. “You have one hour to create the antidote to the love potion you created yesterday. Then we shall test it and see who passes and fails.”

They worked in silence for fifteen minutes, Faith measuring ingredients while Harry did the rest. When their potion turned a soft pink instead of a sapphire blue they frowned. Then, after about ten minutes, the potion turned to a pearl blue color, not quite the sapphire, but from the looks of it Hermione and her partner were the only ones that had the right color.

“You’ve been avoiding me,” whispered Faith as she set her quill down.

“No I haven’t,” said Harry, playing dumb as she took his hand.

“Yeah, you have,” she whispered and he swallowed deeply while she pressed her lips to his fingertips before resting their joined hands on her lap.

Awkward.

Then it grew from awkward to hot in about .34 seconds when she ran his hand up the inside of her thigh to find…

“OH MERLIN!”

“Something you’d like to share Mr. Potter?” asked Snape in his monotone voice and luckily the front and sides of the desks were blocked by dark cherry stained wood otherwise Snape and about half the class would have gotten an eye-full when seeing his hand up her skirt.

“N-No,” stuttered Harry, turning a bright red in the cheeks and ears.

“See me after class, Potter… You too Lehane.”

Faith smirked, but it fell when Harry slid his fingers over a sensitive spot and she bit her bottom lip when he continued to explore her so she just sat back in her chair.

“Harry…”

“Let’s see how you like it, yeah?”

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Harry wasn’t surprised that she grabbed him from behind after class. He hadn’t gone too far because Snape had again ribbed them about being too loud so he had taken his hand back and now he had his panty-less friend up against the wall and this time he was the one kissing her. His little Eve with her tempting mouth and begging eyes. After their first few encounters, he had embarrassingly asked Fred and George what he should do and instead of telling him they had given him a book… One that had made him blush the entire time through but…

“Harry,” moaned Faith as he went to his knees. He pulled her Mary Jane shoes off of her feet then lifted her legs over his shoulders and before she could utter a word his mouth was on her, tasting her, claiming her while her thighs trembled and shook. He heard her curse and as his tongue worked her he heard her moan, that sweet sound he was growing addicted to. He wanted to see her face but the skirt covered the top of his head but he really wasn’t minding the view down here either.

“Christ, where’d you learn how to do THAT?” she asked as his teeth scraped against her sensitive nub but he didn’t talk, instead he continued on until she was a panting, begging girl resting boneless against the wall. When she came, he felt satisfaction, then a headache as she pushed him onto his back to the floor.

“Faith?” he asked, slightly dazed due to his head ramming against the hard floor and all.

“We’re not done yet,” she whispered, moving her hand to his robes. “I want you Harry… all of you…”

“I…” He pictured her, bleeding and broken on the floor, Voldemort standing over her… Telling him that no one could love him without getting hurt… “I can’t!”

And an astonished Faith watched as Harry hurried out of the room.

“What the fuck?”

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They both learned the truth soon after. Harry learned that she was a killer, that she actually killed someone and he felt sick. Sick to his stomach that he could lust after someone like THAT… that he could love someone like that…

And Faith had learned of his fear thanks to a Defense of the Dark Arts class she’d been sitting in on. That he feared all of his friends being dead and gone… of being alone…

Of course, the big bomb had been Harry and everyone else finding out that she was a Slayer.

Two trolls had somehow gotten into the school and Faith had single handedly taken them both down, saving the students: but also earning fearful glances from all.

So Harry and Faith ignored each other for over two weeks until finally, after they shared the same nightmare of the other dying, they ran into each other in the Astronomy tower… The same place they had officially met.

“Harry…”

“Why did you lie to me?”

“I didn’t lie,” she snapped. “I just left some things out. I’m not proud of what I’ve done… It… It was an accident… I’m getting help, I’m getting better.”

“Faith…”

“Why are you scared to be around me?” she asked, sounding more vulnerable than she wanted to. “I thought that we were at least friends…”

“Friends don’t lie to each other…”

“Harry…”

“I can’t, Faith… Not right now…”

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She left the next morning. He never got to say good-bye, and how did he ever regret it… He regretted a lot of things, not fully accepting Faith being one of them. He heard that she stayed in L.A., defeating the Beast as well as a higher power that’d taken form of another human being. He heard of the fall of Sunnydale, and how she was helping the other Slayer Buffy rebuild the Council.

Now, as he sat in his Ministry office with a large cup of coffee going untouched, he stared with wide eyes at the curvy beauty who was currently leaning against his doorway. She grew even more beautiful, if it was possible, and for the first time in years he found himself speechless.

“Hello, Potter.”

Finally, he could speak: “Faith?”

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She lay in his arms; her nude body soft and inviting while her chest steadily rose up and down. He still couldn’t believe she was back, and being with her was even better than the thousands of fantasies he’d cooked up over the years. He had gotten lost inside her, felt her heat and saw her soul deep in her eyes: and it had been beautiful.

Now he promised himself he’d never let her go.

His Faith.

His love.

His one and only temptation.

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