Name: Gilderoy Lockhart Format: Diary Date: September 1977 Relevance: The start of a relationship that would lead Gilderoy to the Death Eaters in the first war.
*slides his hands over his shoulders to start undoing his shirt*
Oh, honey, there's probably nothing that would cheapen me any further.
*whispers against his neck, breath warm and swirling just behind his ear* You're so tense. *drags his teeth over his skin* I just want to relax you a little.
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*nervously*
What's now?
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Us, lover!
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Um, we can't be lovers. I'm still pining over Sirius.
Yes, that's it.
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Oh, honey... I'm so sorry about that.
*leans in to whisper into his ear* You know... I could make you forget.
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*unfortunately, it feels really fucking good*
*allows a shoulder massage, and only a shoulder massage*
It's terrible, really. Living with this unbearable pain. I don't think I'll ever be able to move...
*shivers at the whisper*
You don't say?
fuckfuckfuckfuck
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*lifts his hair and presses a quick kiss to the back of his neck*
*nuzzles it*
Oh yes... as completely as you want to forget...
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I really shouldn't. It would cheapen the mood.
Mother.
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Oh, honey, there's probably nothing that would cheapen me any further.
*whispers against his neck, breath warm and swirling just behind his ear* You're so tense. *drags his teeth over his skin* I just want to relax you a little.
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*does not want anyone to see his awful scars*
Not today, Gilderoy.
*tenses further when Lockhart's teeth glide over his skin*
I c-c-cant.
Why does he have to be such a poncy peacock? If only he were normal...
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*slides his arms around his chest and hugs him*
I just want to make you feel good. Don't you want to feel good?
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