call it what you want ,

rabastan hydrus lestrange. 16. slytherin. younger brother to rodolphus. what else do you need to know? ....oh, those rumors about me in bed? they're true.

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Sophia Bernadotte & Rab Lestrange 1975 november at a Slytherin Party almost shagging on the couch, before Regulus separated them

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1977, summer  Sophie dragging Rab on the Subway after a huge party

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“I’m sorry princess, I’m so, so, sorry. Can you forgive me? Can you forgive a miserable murderer like me?”

“Go home, you’re drunk.”

“Yes, I’m drunk. Because I’m a coward, who doesn’t have the balls to talk to you sober, to admit you that he cares about you and he’s sorry. I’m terrified and I hate it. I hate that I don’t have you next to my side telling me that ‘Everything’s going to be alright” and that I can be saved. Sophie, my little princess, -“

“Get off me!”

“You miss me, I know it. I’m here, don’t deny me.”

“I said get off me, Rabastan! I’m done with you. Unless you find a way back by your own and are ready to support what I do, we’re done.”

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1974, September 28th  Rab & Soph - first flirtations 

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I don't know what's more awkward. The thing that my girl friends want my father to shag them, or that Rab has dreamt about my mother.

Weird.

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You secretly find it sexy.

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 That you want to shag my mother?

Actually, I find it more disgusting than sexy. We’re talking about my mother, thank you very much.

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I didn't dream about having sex with your mother, I dreamed about her coming on to me. There's a large difference. 

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Do you want me, Rab?

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I don't know what's more awkward. The thing that my girl friends want my father to shag them, or that Rab has dreamt about my mother.

Weird.

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You secretly find it sexy.

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 ”Sophia,” he murmured trough her skin while his fingers playfully caressed the skin on her neck, “I want you.” as usually, she smelled like lavender, it was the scent of her French perfume, the one she had been using since her 12th birthday. When Amycus continued trailing down his fingers on her spine, she let out deep sigh, showing her boredom. Most women would be fascinated about sitting next to a guy who was just about to pleasure them, but Sophie’s attention was dragged by the new, shiny crown, placed on her head. It was beautiful, sent by her father as an early birthday gift. As he seemed to fail the mission on turning her on, he grabbed the back of her neck and turned her to face him. His force surprised her and she immediately caught his throat, throttling him for seconds. She refused to let anyone use her that way since a long time. “Listen to me, Carrow. I am not your whore. I’d be very glad if you finally accepted that.”

There was no need to question what was the only place she wanted to be at. Where would she feel relieved, free? Obviously, she started her way to Rab’s dorm, the place she spent most time at than at her own sleeping place. Without asking, she knew already he wouldn’t be alone. Both Sophie and him played their own little games whenever they were separate - Rabastan charming the young ladies and her… well, doing her own (sometimes too) dirty business. The past days, after what happened between Rodolphus and Sophie, she tried to avoid even his best friend, being afraid of finding him out anything. The last thing she needed was to argue with him about keeping secrets. Real secrets that they were supposed to share. Out of the blue, she opened the door and walked to the table, grabbing the half-empty Firewhiskey bottle. “Little girl, you have five seconds to leave before I hex your pretty hair out.” nice as always, sweet and charming. “Watch my new crown, Lestrange!”

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The brunette bit her lip, trying to regain her breath -- he tended to have that effect on women -- and he leaned against his bedframe as he loosened his collar. He knew when she regained her senses, she would flee and then speak of how Rabastan Lestrange had flirted with her even though she was two years younger than her. Sure, she hadn't been successful in her endeavor, but that wasn't what counted.

There was a mild crashing sound as the door was unceremoniously thrown open. He didn't blink, but the Ravenclaw jumped a mile. The moment she heard Sophie's words she glanced over at Rab, who did not offer support of any kind; she then sped off quickly. After she left, he gently closed the door. "What caused the show...oh, Princess Bernadotte? Daddy sent you a new shiny toy?" He lifted it off her head from his new perch on the table, feet on the accompanying chair. He played with it in his hands, examining it, waiting for her to snatch it back. "Also, you're not being very good at hiding your jealousy, sweetheart. It was just Lestrange dick size. Like there's many who have actually pitied the ass enough to sleep with him." He gave her a cheeky smile, knowing she was among them. He tossed the tiara back into her hands.

"What's got you in a tizzy? I was having fun teasing her. She was blushing. You know how I miss that about witches our age." He fingered the bottle, taking a small mouthful of the burning liquid. 

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Librarian? *puts the glasses on* I look adorable! And sexy. And I want you.

Lovely.

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How do I look with glasses on?

I usually associate glasses with nerds, but it'd probably just make you look like a sexy librarian.

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Oy!