What Do You Want? ((Grace)) [PG-13]

[Stephen Donahue S7]

Seeing as how Stephen only seems to do bad, naughty things he must yet again have a PG-13 rating due to drug use and other adult content. Please don't read any further if you have an aversion to such content.

In this post: Josephine Bowman S6


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“What do you want me to tell, Josephine? Do you want me to tell you it’s all right for you to have this? To steal this? From me?” Stephen growled as he held up the small vial of red liquid. “You should know that this is not right…stealing is a horrible sin and it’s not going to gain you any room at all in this relationship.” There they stood in a deep, dark corner of the Hogwarts corridors. Josephine was shaking uncontrollably and well Stephen; he was shaking his head in earnest. Josephine had taken this vial from him, lifted it when they had been in the classroom together, the same classroom that had been their meeting place for months now. It was where they switched pleasure for pleasure. Now it was fairly obvious that Josephine was not in any pleasure at all. There was a look of fear in her eyes and Stephen couldn’t help but feeling proud of the fear that he was enlisting in his own classmate…his own ‘girlfriend’. That’s what he was calling her wasn’t it? His girlfriend? That was such a joke. She wasn’t his girlfriend, no one was. Sure he owned her but that didn’t mean she was a friend of any sort. She was more his slave than his friend.

“I am sorry…” she whispered in such a soft voice Stephen wasn’t even sure if she had spoken up at all. He grabbed her chin a little too roughly and made her pull her eyes up from the ground, really looking him in the eyes. Those intense hazel eyes that burned green with rage and anger. “I don’t care. You’re cut off Josephine. You hear me. You’re done,” Stephen growled releasing her chin with a jerk of his hand. Panic welled up in her pretty blue eyes, but Stephen had long ago built up an immunity to her eyes. At one time they were his weakness…now they were nothing more than icy ponds staring out at him. “This is the end of the road.” He turned to walk away from her, tired of being near her. The way her presence made his blood boil in ways that any man would be proud of, but when you were Stephen there was no room for weaknesses. Around every corner there was danger, he had made that world for himself and he wouldn’t get out of it as easy as he was going to let Josephine. In a way he was trying to save her…in a very twisted way, but it was still an attempt to help her.

“Wait Stephen! Please!” she begged as she reached out to him, grabbing his arm. Stephen’s eyes flashed around the empty corridor before he turned around full force. Dark hazel eyes glaring at her, as she shrunk back from him, back into the corner that she had been huddled in. “What Josephine? Have you had a change of heart? Feel regret for stealing from me? Or is it just because I won’t give you anymore of the drug that you’re addicted to?” he leaned forward, his arms going on either side of her head. “I’m not going to let you get away with stealing from me. I wouldn’t let anyone else get away with it and I won’t let you either. You’re just a silly, stupid girl. You have no idea of the world that you’re caught up in and you won’t ever have an understanding of it. Get out while you still can…or sell your soul to the blood that you’re so hooked on.” Stephen couldn’t even stand looking at her. She was lost in this sick world of drugs and alcohol…his world. Yet she couldn’t seem to find her way back to reality. Stuck in Limbo and all Stephen could do was either give her what she wanted or leave her to die.

“Please…Please give me what I need Stephen! I can’t live without it!” her pleas were nothing more than a whisper…a whispered beg of pure terror at the thought of losing everything she’d come to know. Her world was falling apart, as if it hadn’t already. “You’re disgusting…pathetic. You’re so afraid of what you failed to do that you’re choosing to just lose everything you have. Fine…if that’s what you want.” Stephen didn’t care anymore as he twirled the vial in his hand before popping the top off and pouring a small amount into his own mouth before smashing his lips to Josephine’s sharing the tainted liquid with her. She seemed to melt into his lips, trying to get as much of the drug as possible before he broke away from her, his hand running through her hair, fingers gripping the black locks. “That’s it. I mean it Josephine. Find someone else to get you your drug. From now on you’re blacklisted from any of my sells and if I find you stealing from me again, I’ll kill you.”

Stephen pushed Josephine away from him, her form hitting back against the wall and a cry of shock slipping from her lips as she slid down the wall, completely lost in her drug induced world. Shaking his head in disgust he left her there. He didn’t care about her…she was a lost soul. She’d never be anything more than a spec of dirt on the ground. Right where she belonged to be. Tucking the vial back into his leather jacket, Stephen moved through the corridors, headed down away from Josephine’s drugged body. Sooner or later someone would find her and it probably wouldn’t be a good thing for her, of course if she was lucky maybe she’d come back to reality before Filch found her. Speaking of Filch, Stephen thought he heard a sound behind him. It if was that stupid cat or her master he was going to make sure neither of them bothered him again, his form twirling around wand held up in defense mode. “Who the hell are you and what do you want?” he growled as his eyes narrowed at the girl that was behind him. Clearly following him…well it seemed as if she was.