Impulse
A/N: A Sadda Haq and Harry Potter crossover, Impulse is something I wanted to write for ages. I hope it comes out well! Do read the crazy-ass note at the end! Oh, and the italics indicate flashbacks :P
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Dedications: To Sahana [shiningstarz] because she wanted to read a bit of *ahem ahem* and to Tanya [LovetheVlovers] because she gave me the push I needed to finally pen this down. Hugs and kisses :D
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Warning: Slightly mature, possibly in the future. Read with care xP
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Part 1
Sanyukta shoved Randhir against the wall, crumpling his shirt in her fists. They were inches apart, their hearts beating in tandem and their hurried, warm breaths mingling. Sanyukta couldn't think straight, desire for this infuriating man roaring in her veins. She was paying the price for her bout of voyeurism of the night before, images of his bathing body flashing across her eyes. Having him so close in the abandoned Charms corridor, all that glorious, hard muscle just some flimsy scraps of cloth away, left her breathless. She needed him, needed the passion reawakened between them. She craved what they had lost in the past few weeks, the long-legged, honey-eyed Tatiana's transfer from Durmstrang to Hogwarts and into Randhir's life playing a major part in their estrangement.
Anger, bitterness, jealousy - the myriad of emotions entwined with her magic, crackling under her skin, all logic and reason pushed away into the depths of her mind. Strong, insistent arms wound around her waist, pulling her impossibly close, crushing her against his warm body. Sanyukta's gut clenched when she caught a glimpse of the storm raging in those dilated eyes, the surprise and lust glistening unabashedly. The heat of his gaze caressed her, burned her, broke her down; she was open, vulnerable, her carefully constructed guards splintering. Trailing her hands up his chest, his neck and into his soft hair, Sanyukta took a leap of faith. Throwing all caution to the winds, she stood on her toes and kissed Randhir with reckless abandon.
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She was gobsmacked. She was confused. She was in utter denial. Frozen to her spot at the entrance to the Prefects' bathroom, Sanyukta cursed her fate. Why oh why was she in this situation?
Randhir effing Shekhawat, the arrogant chauvinist from hell, was under one of the numerous enchanted showers in front of the ominously large tub-cum-pool, whistling uninhibitedly. Naked. Stark naked. Bare, unclothed, in the buff.
Oh Merlin.
A feeling akin to panic shot through her, rippling through her gut and clenching her heart in its grip. How could this be happening? How?!
Involuntarily, her eyes wandered down-down-down-oh!
She did not see that. She did not like it. She did not see that. She did not like it. She did not--
--Oh who was she kidding? Randhir Singh Shekhawat was absolutely scrumptious when starkers.
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Their kiss was passionate, brazen: the clash of lips - wild and fierce - apropos to their battle of wills in the classrooms. Their long-standing animosity - a cover to the simmering attraction between them, she realised - fuelled the ardour and the rage within her. For years - six to be exact - the self-centred Gryffindor had tormented her. Snubs, taunts, jinxes, detentions - she had suffered through all of it, pulled into all kinds of trouble due to the bothersome wizard. Her Ravenclaw sensibilities had been ashamed, unwilling to tarnish her House's reputation. But the boy made her blood boil, his stupid antics and jeers made her hackles rise; he brought out an irresponsible side of her to the forefront, as if roused from its dormant sleep.
Sanyukta moaned, her reminisces flying out the window, as Randhir's frenzied mouth and wandering hands caused warmth to settle into her core, somewhere between her legs.
By Circe, the brat was driving her crazy!
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Sanyukta knew she was in trouble the moment her eyes settled on Randhir's rippling abs. Torrid water, the steam from it gathering around the bathroom, was running down his frame- toned biceps, sinewy limbs, the sharp angles and smooth planes of his abdomen. Who knew that the cheeky rascal was a Greek god under that entire snarky attitude! Hallelujah.
Shivering from the waves of arousal crashing onto her, her toiletries and her Aspen wand clutched in one hand, Sanyukta found herself incapable of averting her eyes. She felt like a Peeping Tom, prying into matters best left untouched. She had crossed over the Veil, figuratively, and now there was no turning back. She was doomed.
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With a groan reverberating through his chest, and sending tingles down her spine, Randhir whirled her around, cornering her against the cool stone and himself. Sanyukta watched as he braced a hand against the wall and pulled her hip to meet his with the other. Gasping at the sensation, her thighs clenching for some relief from the bittersweet feeling, she found herself trapped in the unwavering gaze of those mischievous dark orbs.
Frustrated and left wanting, she bit back a growl and tightened her grip on his hair. A smirk lit up her face at his surprised hiss. And then, possessive lips came crashing down on hers, all notions of revenge banished from her mind.
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The lack of water splashing onto the craggy granite floor roused Sanyukta from her thoughts. Apparently, Randhir was done with his impromptu bath, as a murmured Accio echoed in the high-ceilinged bathroom.
Hurriedly ducking out, before carefully shutting the bathroom door with a flick of her wand, she turned to walk back to the Ravenclaw Tower. She should've known that her impulsive decision to use the Prefects' bathroom after the controversial Gryffindor-Slytherin Quidditch match was a bad idea. Her stupid fancy had cost her her peace of mind. Her brains felt scrambled, her knickers were frustratingly wet, and her world seemed to have tilted on it axis. She would never be able to look at Randhir in the same way again.
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"Randhir?"
Jolting out of their embrace, Sanyukta cast a puzzled glance at Randhir - his hooded, dazed eyes causing affection to churn in her chest - before tilting her head in an unspoken question.
Approaching footsteps made them both jump apart, reality cutting through the haze of lust and heat. Sanyukta's hands flew to her mouth, raw and swollen from the persistent snogging, as she stumbled against the wall in shock. What had she done?!
Sturdy arms shot out to support her, concern lingering in those usually merciless eyes.
"Sanyukta, I--"
"There you are!"
Sanyukta followed Randhir's surprised glance, fixed on a figure at the end of the corridor. Light from the lanterns perched in the wall sconces danced across the approaching girl's features, as Sanyukta recognised Tatiana Dimitrov from her long, ebony hair, flowing down to her waist, and her cinched Gryffindor uniform, shamelessly flouting the permissible skirt length. Jealousy reared its ugly head, as Sanyukta's grip on Randhir's hands tightened.
Gormless Gryffindor bints, she grumbled.
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A/N: A short guide for those unfamiliar with [or need a reminder of] the Harry Potter terms used:
Charms corridor: On the third floor in Hogwarts castle, leading to the Charms class and the third floor corridor.
Durmstrang: A Wizarding institute located somewhere in Norway or Sweden. It participated in the Tri-Wizard Tournament [HP GoF]
Hogwarts: A Wizarding institute located in Scotland. Everybody knows of this, right?
Prefects' bathroom: Password-protected bathroom on the fifth floor in Hogwarts castle, restricted to use by school Prefects, Head Boys, Head Girls and Quidditch captains.
Randhir has been put in Gryffindor, the House where dwell those with daring, nerve and chivalry. Courage and temper walks hand-in-hand.
Sanyukta has been put in Ravenclaw, the House where dwell those with wisdom, wit and intellect. It is the home of quirky eccentrics and intellectuals [I have been sorted into Ravenclaw, twice, by Pottermore. Woot! :D]
Aspen: A wand wood, traits of owners include determination and strong-will. A wand for revolutionaries, I chose this for Sanyukta.
The Veil: "The Veil is the barrier between the land of the living and the land of the dead. One cannot travel freely between the two worlds, as it is a one-way trip."
Accio: Summoning Charm, causes object to fly into caster's hands.
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Most of above are direct quotes from Harry Potter Wiki. I hope you adore reading Impulse as much as I do writing it. Thank you! :D
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