hugo beery is very good. (beerygood) wrote in thispurgatory, @ 2011-03-01 01:45:00 |
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Entry tags: | ! 1997-december, ! complete, ! log, cecilia barbary, hugo beery |
WHO: Hugo and Cecilia
WHEN: early hours of New Year’s Day (Jan 1), directly after Cecilia leaves Declan
WHERE: Hugo’s home
WHAT: Cece’s night went horribly wrong and she runs to Hugo for comfort
Rating: R
Status: Complete
She was barely thinking as she bolted from the hotel room, her clothing in disarray as she had hastily yanked her dress back on, and her bra was still on the floor in the room. Cece didn’t care though, she just wanted to get away from Declan and the horrible, horrible outcome of what was supposed to be a wonderful experience.
She found the floo, thankfully unattended and grabbed the powder. Her initial response was to go home, but she couldn’t. Her parents were expecting her to be staying over with friends and she couldn’t face them like this. There would be too many questions that she wasn’t mentally or emotionally prepared for. So instead she tossed the floo powder in and spoke the one name that came to mind.
Moments later, she practically fell out of the fireplace in Hugo’s house. On her knees, she gulped back sobs and looked up, blearily trying to memorise the layout of the house. She’d only been here a couple of times before, but even distressed, Cece had a good head for directions and so remembered where Hugo’s room was. Quickly, but quietly she scurried towards it, stifling sobs behind her hand. Some might question why of all people Hugo had come to mind, but after such a devastating blow to her heart and her pride, Cece desperately needed someone who would tell her she was beautiful, wonderful and desireable, and Hugo was very good at making her feel all three.
“Hugo?” she pushed open the door to his bedroom, whispering his name as she closed it softly behind her. “H-hugo... please... I...” Cece stopped when the moonlight shining on his bed told her he wasn’t then. Of course, he would still be at Goyle’s party! The tears started flowing thickly now and she flung herself on his bed, kicking off her shoes, so she could curl up, hugging a pillow and howling into it. Gradually the howls changed to hiccuping sobs and she took her face out of the pillow, resting her cheek on a dry part that rapidly dampened as tears streamed down her cheeks. Listlessly she stared at the moon shining through a part in the curtains, not even bothering to tidy herself up or rebutton the front of her dress, which was a mess with some buttons in the wrong holes and straining slightly as her chest was unconfined.
“How could he? How could he?” she mumbled and sobbed, wiping her face in vain. She was so distressed, she didn’t hear the click of the bedroom door opening, signalling Hugo’s return.
Hugo had quite the interesting night - and by interesting he meant, he was quite glad that he’d managed to nick some alcohol from his uncle’s cellar. It wasn’t terribly bad. In fact, once he arrived at Greg Goyle’s New Years party, everything was enjoyable - at least, from what his fazed mind could remember, considering he was about ready to shoot himself, or rather, shoot Eddie Carmichael who seemed to have singled him out as some sort of suitor in his attempt to crash his sister’s own New Years eve party. Perhaps, it was karma that he didn’t quite get any scoop about Molly Carmichael. He didn’t exactly come to apologize, after all. Not that he wanted to or it even mattered, especially after his conversation with Eddie.
So once he step foot at Greg Goyle’s place, he was primarily about the drinking, the mingling - anything to get rid of the annoyance. It didn’t take so long for him to forget amidst the many Slytherins that he conversed with and the games that were played. He honestly didn’t even need that much to drink. He was buzzed, but not drunk that he wouldn’t be able to floo himself home, especially since he didn’t particularly want to stay with a bunch of drunk heads all night. And besides, his uncle was fortunately out celebrating on his own, leaving the Beery’s residence bar of any people.
Or so Hugo thought.
He was coherent enough to notice the fresh ashes laying on the living room floor, the slight disarray of the furniture in front of the floo. He was aware enough to hear a faint noise coming from the second floor. He listlessly proceeded with his wand out, walking up the stairs, as the noise became words now coming from his room. He didn’t waste any more time and clicked open his door to find Cecilia Barbary curled up on his bed, as though a vision out of his dream, were it not for the fact that the young girl was chocking back sobs.
He was at her side in no time - yet again.
“Cece, Merlin...” Hugo managed to say as he immediately took the girl in his arms. “What are you... What’s wrong, love? What happened?” he said, voice deeply concerned. It almost broke his heart to see her so torn. He couldn’t comprehend what did this to her, but his fazed mind only could think of one person he so wanted to see dead at that moment.
“H-hugo!” Cece lifted her head as he approached and her arms went around his neck, her damp face burying in his neck. “O-oh... H-hugo!” she burst into a fresh storm of tears, unable to speak as she held onto him tightly. Finally she managed to gulp and inhale properly, swallowing the wracking sobs, but she didn’t lift her head from his shoulder. “I-it’s so awful... he... and then said... and it wasn’t me, it was her and this was supposed to be... the night...” incoherently, in bits and pieces she spilled out her woe.
Lifting her head, lashes spiky from her tears, she gazed at him with tragic eyes. “Why did he do it? Why say her name?” she sniffled, taking one hand away from its grip around his neck to pathetically try to wipe her face. “W-what’s wrong with him... aren’t I pretty enough? Good enough? Better than her?”
Hugo held her tight, his expression going from concerned to glaring as listened to Cecilia break down in his arms. It pained him to see her like this. This wonderful girl who always had a smile that made him smile was brokenly sobbing in his shoulder, as he muttered soft calming nothings to her ear. It was wrong - very wrong, and his fazed mind couldn’t quite comprehend what exactly happened. One thing was for sure in Hugo’s head, whoever did this to her would pay - and as Cecilia tried to explain herself, it became all the more clear that Declan Mclaggen her so called boyfriend could only be the very person that did this to her.
The rage that built inside of him couldn’t even muster to come out as Cecilia lifted her head to meet his eyes, only causing him to take the girl’s face into his hands, as he wanted nothing but to wipe away not only the tears but the tragic look she had on her face.
“You’re a wonderful, beautiful, talented, intelligent woman better than any girl out there and you know that, Cecilia,” Hugo said, as he looked into her eyes, his voice almost forceful as though he wanted her to know and remember this well. “No girl could ever compare to you and any guy is more than lucky to have you and clearly that bastard didn’t know what he was doing. I swear to Merlin, he will pay for what he did to you,” he said to gritted teeth, as he tried to control his anger that wanted to tear Declan Mclaggen into pieces. “You’re lovely, great and beyond amazing,” he continued, now in a soft whisper, as he pulled their foreheads together, as he himself were an whirl of emotions. He wanted so badly to hurt Declan, but his buzzed mind only had room for one priority and that was to find his Cecilia under this wreck that Declan made her into.
Cece rarely doubted her qualities, she was one of the most self-possessed girls in school with an ego to fill the castle. However, she was still just fifteen and subjected to the same sort of insecurities that bothered most girls her age. Declan saying Molly’s name had rocked her confidence badly because she was in a vulnerable position at the time, preparing to give all of herself to the boy she loved, who she thought loved her back with equal intensity. Now she was a mess of doubt. Had Declan just been using her as a substitute or a cover while he carried on some affair with Carmichael? Had he imagined Carmichael every time he kissed or touched her? She would never know for sure, even if Declan swore on his life he hadn’t. People could swear and still be lying after all.
Yet Hugo’s insistent words and the intense look he was giving her was helping rebuild her shattered confidence, even if they didn’t ease the pain she was in. Her arms wrapped around his neck again and she hugged him, her ragged breathing starting to even and the hiccuping sobs slowing. “I was going to give him everything,” she whispered, closing her eyes and shifting her head slightly so her cheek was against Hugo’s, her torso pressed against his so close that she thought she could feel his heart beating against her breast. “I feel so awful, Hugo... I thought he loved me, but if he loved me, he wouldn’t say another girl’s name, would he?”
Hugo’s arms circled protectively around her as she sobbed into him again, his hands rubbing calming circles on Cecilia’s back - that his mind somehow registered to be smooth. He honestly didn’t need to be thinking any terribly inappropriate thoughts at that moment, but it surely went off in his head yet again, when Cecilia only pulled them closer together, his chest feeling her own supple breasts against the thin sheets of their clothing. He almost wanted to curse himself but dammit, she felt so good against him - the alcohol clearly playing not only with his emotions but also his hormones. He took a deep breath as he tried to distract himself from the wonderful feeling of having her against him, as he pressed his cheek rubbed closer to hers in comfort.
His hands squeezed a bit too tightly as Cecilia’s words came clear into his ear. Declan did what? His jaw clenched as he slowly put two and two together. Declan Mclaggen did a crime that no girl deserved - that Cecilia of all girls did not deserve. “He doesn’t deserve you, Cecilia. That bastard does not deserve you. He’s a deceiving, selfish and stupid bastard and clearly whoever that stupid tramp is only made him more of a bloody imbecile than he already is,” he whispered determinedly, his face turning a bit, his lips almost to her cheek. “He doesn’t deserve your everything, Cece. You did nothing wrong but be a giving, wonderful and amazing girl.”
She nodded, swallowing and sniffing, against his cheek. Hugo was saying just what she needed to hear, confirming everything she thought was right, and his vehement defense of her along with the condemnation of Declan was exactly what Cece needed to calm down. Someone else might have sympathised, but they wouldn’t have done so with such conviction and depth of feeling.
Exhaling, she turned her head and without a word, pressed her lips to his. Somewhere in her mind was a need to take revenge on Declan somehow, and even if he wasn’t there to see it, kissing Hugo seemed like an excellent way to do it.
Hugo felt her nod against his cheek, as Cecilia’s sobs slowly ebbed away. He still held her tight, still whispered sweet nothings to her, his lips so dangerously close to her soft skinned face. It was so right - this closeness he was now experiencing with her - and yet so wrong, considering what Cecilia was going through. If he allowed himself to be selfish, he was glad Cecilia realized Declan’s unworthiness - but not this way, definitely not this way. The rage came back within him, as his thoughts cursed Declan to death. But his thoughts were sweetly interrupted as Cecilia moved against him, pulling the close gap of their lips together in a kiss that Hugo knew he had wanted again since the last time they kissed under the mistletoe. Of course, the last time they did, he was sober, in control of his emotions, and standing.
This time around he was enraged, buzzed with alcohol and clearly on the soft comforts of a bed.
He deepened the kiss easily, his hands already rubbing against Cecilia’s back. He slowly and gently guided her to lie back down on the bed, lips showing the passion Declan Mclaggen had obviously lacked. “Cecilia,” he whispered against her lips, as he gently straddled her, his whole system bursting with nothing but honest and emotion-filled want for this girl beneath him.
She wasn’t drunk, but she was desperate for affection and filled with a desire for revenge, and Hugo’s eager reaction was a balm to Cece’s ego. Her response to him deepening their kiss was immediate, her lips parting under his, inviting him in and she didn’t resist as he laid her on the bed. Instead she arched up against him, hands sliding down and under his arms to rest on the small of his back. Still she stayed silent, only small moans escaping when he kissed her and when he whispered her name. Desire smothered her pain, taking her away from the humiliation and shattered dreams. She didn’t want to think anymore, just feel and be loved.
Cecilia’s response only fueled Hugo’s want, as he felt a tingle down his spine at the feeling of Cecilia’s hands running down his back. It was a great, great feeling, and Hugo wanted to elicit more of the soft moans that she was making. He had been wanting this for so long. He had always been there for her for whatever moment, wanting nothing but to make her happy. And here he was making her feel good, treating her in a way that Declan never did. He had been waiting for her to realize Declan wasn’t meant for her everything - and finally he maybe could be her everything.
Hugo broke away from Cecilia’s mouth, as his own dragging down to her neck, finding the feel of her skin amazingly tasteful against his lips. He buried his face against the crook of her neck, as his hands explored gently the body that arched against him. He couldn’t help himself as his hands ran down her chest, as he bravely caressed her breast, clearly the want of his body moving him confidently against Cecilia. He moaned himself at the feeling in his hands. It felt so good and he knew he could make it feel better for the both of them, as his hands began to unbutton the rest of her dress, as he returned his lips to their rightful place against Cecilia’s own.
Cece gasped and moaned, head arching back as Hugo’s lips traveled down. The feel of his lips on her, and his hands, was so good and she was burning up inside with need. As his hand caressed her, she pressed up against it, silently encouraging him to continue. In the back of her mind, a little triumphant voice crowed with satisfaction, mocking the distant Declan. Reject her for Carmichael, would he? She’d show him! She kissed Hugo fiercely, one hand tugging at his shirt, sliding underneath to touch his skin, and moaned as the front of her dress opened, baring her for his touch. Yes, she’d give everything to Hugo, and it would be a fitting punishment for Declan, Cece thought vaguely as her hands explored further, her passion and rage making her bold.
Hugo could return Cecilia’s kiss with the same fierce passion, only groaning briefly as he felt Cecilia’s hands on his bare skin - and damn did it feel good, his trousers responding to the feeling as it got more strained at each moment. He broke away for a split second as he discarded his own shirt, eyes briefly taking in this unbelievable sight before him, before his lips were back on Cecilia’s immediately, as his hands worked hastily on shrugging off Cecilia’s dress fully. It didn’t take long before he felt his bare ones against her own, making him moan yet again. His hands wandered easily, as his lips broke away from Cecilia’, traveling back down again, pausing and nibbling at the hollow of her throat, his hands now gently cupping her exposed breasts that only made his want grow further. He caressed each one, giving much attention to them, before his lips traveled lower, his hands traveling downward caressing her torso, moving down to her hips, passing them to reach her long legs that he never thought to be touching, before his hips ground involuntarily against hers, his own want clearly wanting to be completely satisfied.
He enjoyed the fact that he was doing this to her and her returned boldness had only made it better. He almost couldn’t believe that he was experiencing this, that he was now at this moment, at this new year, with this woman that he would never thought to be his. But his mind was beyond comprehension as it was clearly clouded with so much want for Cecilia. She clearly wanted it and enjoyed it as much as he did and at this moment, he wanted nothing but Cecilia - to kiss her, to touch her, to feel her, to have her. And he did. At this moment, he felt like he did.
Everything was happening so fast, and she was carried along with Hugo’s passion. Caught up in a fog of desire and a thirst for revenge, she didn’t protest the removal of her dress, even assisting with its removal and enjoying the worship in his eyes as he looked down at her. Then they were kissing again before he was eliciting more moans with his lips and hands on her neck and breasts. Her own hands were busy too, travelling all over his body, up through his hair and then down, sliding under the waistband of his pants. When he ground down, the moan turned into a little cry and her legs twined around his, pulling him closer. The sensation was indescribable, thrilling and making her tremble.
Oh yes, she wanted this. Hugo worshipping her, making love to her, it was perfect. He would never say another girl’s name, he was...
Dating Ronnie.
Cece froze as memory crashed over her. In Paris, Hugo and Ronnie had started a romance, she had even encouraged them, wanting them both to be as happy as she was. Yet here she was using him to get back at Declan, causing him to cheat on Ronnie. That made her just as bad as Declan!
“No!” she pushed, struggling beneath his weight. “Hugo, we can’t! You... Ronnie! It’s wrong!”
Hugo was so clouded within this moment, this great, great moment that he had always wondered and dreamed about. He couldn’t believe it was finally happening. Not that his thoughts were focused on that. His mind was hazed and filled with desire, want, and just feeling the thrilling and indescribable sensations filling him that when Cecilia struggled against him, it took for a couple of seconds before he registered the negativeness of the Cecilia’s actions.
“Ronnie... wha...?” He said, breathlessly, as he let Cecilia push him away, clearly her force outweighing his now confused and thoroughly disappointed body. He found himself taking a couple of moments to breath, to awake from the passion filled moment that seemed to easily burst like a bubble at a name that didn’t make sense to him until after another few seconds of silence. “Oh... Shit. Right... Ronnie,” he finally said, his voice barely sounding panicked but more frustratedly disappointed. He hadn’t even thought about his fake girlfriend all night. They had only gotten ‘together’ that morning when Hugo found out that Cecilia was going to be sleeping with Declan, and only was it for that purpose did Hugo hasten and committed to being with Ronnie before their original deal of after the holiday break. No one even officially knew yet but Cecilia.
Reality finally came running back at that moment for Hugo, as though this slap in his want had finally broken through his slightly drunken and lust-filled stupor.
He was almost tempted to tell Cecilia that he and Ronnie weren’t actually together, but he committed to the girl and he wasn’t about to ruin it for her when Veronica would probably be telling her eager parents the news that she finally has a boyfriend.
He almost had it. And it was his very own decision that came biting him painfully back in the ass.
“I’m sorry, Cecilia...”
She scrambled into her dress, now sadly crumpled, buttoning it up with her head hanging down, not looking at him. So caught up in the enormity of what had almost happened, Cece didn’t notice that Hugo wasn’t sounding as upset as a boy who’d just started a new relationship would be.
“It’s... it’s not your fault... we... I shouldn’t have kissed you... I just... We just have to forget it happened and never tell Ronnie,” she swallowed hard and breathed in and out slowly, forcing herself to calm. “You’re not completely sober and I’m emotional, it was a bad combination,” with the last button done, she wiped away a couple of tears and then smoothed down her hair. Only then did she look at Hugo and her mouth twisted into a sad little smile. “Thank you though, for comforting me and being on my side. I hope this doesn’t ruin our friendship, because you’re very important to me, Hugo,” Cece reached out to squeeze his hand and then started to move off the bed. Staying here was too dangerous in her state. Now she wasn’t crying so much, she could get away with flooing home and avoiding questions.
Hugo watched Cecilia as she began to button her dress, as though they weren’t just about to make love seconds ago. It was hard to swallow. It almost seemed like a few seconds ago was actually a dream. Hugo would never forget how it felt though, how it could have been amazing for the both of them. He was so damn frustrated, as he could only look longingly at Cecilia - who was now clearly avoiding his gaze, flustered at the thought of breaking something that wasn’t real between him and Ronnie. It was almost painful to watch, but he could only nod, biting down the strong temptation of just screwing it all and having her at that moment.
“Cecilia, wait,” He found himself saying, as he reached for her hand, before she could go any further. He could really just screw it all. For one crazy second, he considered it. But he was much better than that. He had respect for himself, for Ronnie and for Cecilia. He wasn’t about to tell her that he lied to her.
He stood up with her, her hand still in his. He couldn’t help himself as he wrapped his arms around her in a final hug. “You’re wonderful. Please, don’t forget that,” he whispered to her, giving her a last kiss on the forehead, before letting her go, the same sad smile reflecting on his face.
She bit her lip when he took her hand, a slightly wary expression on her face, but then she let him embrace her and hugged him back - as a friend. “Thank you,” she whispered, squeezing his waist and then stepping back. Slipping shoes on and grabbing her cloak, she tossed him one last unreadable look over her shoulder before slipping out of the room and going to the floo, and her home.